This is a song about "Futbal players"

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

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

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

But the ballers and the players, i ain’t living like that,

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

I've become immune to you no name haters

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