This is a song about "Guy players"

Did you meet another guy

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

I'm entertainin' 'til the players change to complainers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Im just that type of guy

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

That's the window into the sky

Every other guy

Now go figure, he's the bad guy,

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

But the ballers and the players, i ain’t living like that,

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Plant a seed, kiss this guy