This is a song about "Guitar player"

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

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

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

I can play binary search better than guitar

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

// [everybody wants you, player]

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

I been trying to show you somethin, got a different approach

// [everybody wants you, player]

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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.

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

But now i got a problem with that little white rock