This is a song about "Bad players"

Sneak up on attack

That affected you so bad

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players.

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Told me whats good and bad

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Can't win with a passive attack

Why you treat them so bad

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

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

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

I know my shit better anyone on this damn earth, curse this place, it's worse

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

I don't want it on my back