This is a song about "To breezy"

Cassidys in disses to teach me to eat the masters to pieces

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I work hard for everything i get

Reluctant to, to give a shit

Intellectually there's a place to go to

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

To get to hold your hand

They could never understand

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Learned from the game how to stack the breezy

To convince you to buy

I be ballin, they wonder why

To try and violate me to.

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you