This is a song about "Guitar player"

// [everybody wants you, player]

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

Every playa's got a hater, but y'all should hate the game not the player.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

// [everybody wants you, player]

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

If you a player in the game, this should hold you

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Cause you got your dream too, whether it be in a race car or playing guitar/