This is a song about "Dead football player"

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Party player? light up the pretty led/

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

Dealin with no mom, all the pain i've undergone has shaped what you hear here in your ear

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

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

More money that mean less sleep

Spazzin out on these player like adhd

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

// [everybody wants you, player]

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for