This is a song about "Basketball players"

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

Stupid-ass, he been in the game like basketball, but no,

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Like basketball i toss the alley

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Sup players, thanks for all the support,