This is a song about "Let s players"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

The outline which you n****s out dated

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

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

What we gotta do to survive

It´s the battle of life