This is a song about "Girlfriends a player"

Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing

But i'm actually passed this, i lost my role as a player in the game when j gone missing.

Star player no benchtime, minutes played sublime.

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

// [everybody wants you, player]

Folarin, the muse of the hater

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

I'm a baseball player, save ya breath like respirators,

A player getting played in this love game

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

I'm not a team player though, just a kid wit dre beats

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Party player? light up the pretty led/

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....