This is a song about "A diss track about pop tart a player in oca"

I'm not a team player though, just a kid wit dre beats

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

A player getting played at his own game

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Don't realize this is a diss

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Seems very intensely, too much damn pop tart

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Pick up a bullet then pop a cap in/

A player getting played in this love game

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame