This is a song about "Vans hoodies kalin and myles hamburgers"

I'm the head coach of the team

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

What do i really need

And stop playing hide and seek,

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Can i kick camera mans in black vans

And remember what i said and

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

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

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,