This is a song about "Cod players"

U play cod n' hold the controller sideways as ur banging the guns

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

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