This is a song about "Let s players"

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players.

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

I've become immune to you no name haters

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

S queezys very bold

Hand to hand in the cold

I need a backyard full court size

It´s the battle of life

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

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