This is a song about "Fuck players"

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

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

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

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

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck