This is a song about "I m about that players nature"

Strive to get what i deserve i am not sorry about that

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

I try to forget about that night, christ!

A million nasty things went through my mind

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

As i laugh at gees that talk about blast that heat,

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

Youre outta your nature while i here startin fresh

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Goddamn, the boy's back

I have to laugh about that