This is a song about "Im a player"

If they ain’t talking bout paper

// [everybody wants you, player]

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Im spitting licking wet hoes dripping im sicker then a

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

And i’ma need some more patron i don’t want no chaser

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

I been trying to show you somethin, got a different approach

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Since im not suspect, im still a suspect

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Spazzin out on these player like adhd

Sorry im a prick with a dick and yeah im filling cocky,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Im a beast, im an animal, classified as a cannibal