This is a song about "Brandon the soccer player"

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

This player gonna leave yo ass limping

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

// [everybody wants you, player]

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Spazzin out on these player like adhd

A player getting played at his own game

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Then we cut, look how she say my name

We kicked it then i score, soccer game