This is a song about "A player"

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I used to play the game and kill nigg'as call it pro player. shoot yo brains out,

// [everybody wants you, player]

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

Star player no benchtime, minutes played sublime.

It's okay to hate the game long as you not player hating

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

A player getting played at his own game