This is a song about "Futbal players"

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

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

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

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

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Yup sure,i came from the dirt,ordained from his his birth and i'll remain on this earth

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

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

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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