This is a song about "Dead rugby player"

I never use a fork i always spoon her

// [everybody wants you, player]

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

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

Party player? light up the pretty led/

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

A player getting played in this love game

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

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

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

// [everybody wants you, player]

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',