This is a song about "Guy players"

Even passing out that eminem guy

That's the window into the sky

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Losgiddy...me im just a regular guy

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

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

Im just that type of guy

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

When i'm low, she take me high

Hopin hes the right guy

I'll meet you in the sky

Cars are passing by, guy