This is a song about "Futbal players"

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

So we can stick around for as long as we can so we can enjoy this earth,

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

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers