This is a song about "Fuck players"

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

Big too for the tribute and homage of their energy/ freestyle the greatest/ dope haters/

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

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

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

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

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

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

And word i blew off herb i grew

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,