This is a song about "Mp3 player"

But i'm actually passed this, i lost my role as a player in the game when j gone missing.

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Every playa's got a hater, but y'all should hate the game not the player.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

While half my mental belongs in a cage

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Deliver an ass whipping via mp3 and giving you people more reality than mtv.

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

I'm not a team player though, just a kid wit dre beats