This is a song about "Football player"

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Here comes the boom, this is football fuckas, so i stood tall while you suffer

Party player? light up the pretty led/

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

I'm a baseball player, save ya breath like respirators,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach