This is a song about "Hook about players"

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

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Waiting to be read, you got me off of my hook,

Bring me to life, with a glorious hook

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

She's still gambling, got on hook

Lobsters and shrimp im good

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad