This is a song about "Futbal players"

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players.

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

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

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

We've lost so many kids to gun violence, and the facts are worse,

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

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

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

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

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