This is a song about "Guitar player"

It's okay to hate the game long as you not player hating

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

One time for the ville that cole rep

More money that mean less sleep

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

I can play binary search better than guitar

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Yeah u a player, that don't hit the field

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

I get a pen and paper

// [everybody wants you, player]

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Bitch put the fuckin mic down go play a guitar