This is a song about "Piano players"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

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

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

While he play piano

I ain't tryna brag though