This is a song about "Let s players"

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

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

I'm entertainin' 'til the players change to complainers

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

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

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

Right flows down and they might go nice

It´s the battle of life

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will