This is a song about "Your to sleazy"

You haters put up your guards

I come to win your hearts

Your proboly good to

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Cause i can't seem to see myself

Thinking your going to keep your health,

To get to hold your hand

600 benz, house six hundred grand

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I got to be your baby

To assassinate your reputation, and annihilate

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Just to fuck with your brains

While working on my mistakes