This is a song about "Football players"

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

I'm glad i sacked his ass in football back then i was hella raw

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Like football your ass smacked dad

You, you, you have to pay for that

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

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

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

I'm entertainin' 'til the players change to complainers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,