This is a song about "Bad players"

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Luxury life, results living bad

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

But the ballers and the players, i ain’t living like that,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I'm entertainin' 'til the players change to complainers

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

When that money calls i holla back

Yup sure,i came from the dirt,ordained from his his birth and i'll remain on this earth

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers