This is a song about "Fuck players"

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

To maintain we must gain the trust of the game players,

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Look deep inside my train of thoughts, gold ring players,