This is a song about "Bad players"

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

Yearnin for somethin greater, soul searchin in this dull hole full a haters

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

It's all good, finna dog that

Why you treat them so bad

That affected you so bad

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Look deep inside my train of thoughts, gold ring players,

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

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

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players