This is a song about "Nikki manager"

Pep yourself up like your own damn coach

Use patience as my best approach

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Another victim dissin the towel head/

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

The numbers burst my head

These jordan 4′s: check

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

The rhythm gets into your head.

But i know i'm not professional, nothing's set in stone

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

He takes no responsibility and fakes

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

You say well fuck these cochraoches i didn't come to coach this.