This is a song about "People like to be the heroes and stuff"

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

And all the stuff that you went through

Meaning wherever god has places you to be, to plant the seeds in people

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

You in to that animal stuff

On the slow jam of love

I said believe in your dreams

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Man this life is but a dream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

She can make a pimp fall in love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Of the people in world, and i'd be the source

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course