This is a song about "Hockey players"

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

I've become immune to you no name haters

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

Look deep inside my train of thoughts, gold ring players,

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper and caught the chasers.