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

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

That got your mother high

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

But i can't because my nature is fuckin' psychopath,

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

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

Well i don't know, how about that

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat