This is a song about "Guitar player"

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

I get a pen and paper

// [everybody wants you, player]

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

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

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

Bitch put the fuckin mic down go play a guitar

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

// [everybody wants you, player]

I thought i recognized her

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix