This is a song about "Let s players"

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I refuse to be another being on this earth

To maintain we must gain the trust of the game players,

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

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And bijies like im out and

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

We don't believe you, you need more people