This is a song about "Am player"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Nobody knows alone i really am

We on a world tour, wale your man

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

Spazzin out on these player like adhd

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

She ain't got a man

Sleepless stupor, 3 am

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

I am not powerless, i am powerful

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Every playa's got a hater, but y'all should hate the game not the player.