This is a song about "Dead football player"

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Like football your ass smacked dad

Quick flipping up sexy back

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

But looka the future’s super football star, he’ll hopefully be picked,

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

I been trying to show you somethin, got a different approach

Punt her like a football 'till my hoof leg goes numb. my oh my, what do we here?

Anamorphic proposal like my lives the deal your good times imma steal

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

I'm not a team player though, just a kid wit dre beats

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Party player? light up the pretty led/