This is a song about "Guitar player"

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

Are you really a player? you claim 'slayer rides rhino

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

I work hard for everything i get

I never use a fork i always spoon her

// [everybody wants you, player]

// [everybody wants you, player]

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion