This is a song about "Fool player"

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

// [everybody wants you, player]

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

This player gonna leave yo ass limping

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

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

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

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

"contemplate", i wrote about her

// [everybody wants you, player]

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

And for your fucken information fool