This is a song about "Piano players"

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

Yearnin for somethin greater, soul searchin in this dull hole full a haters

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

My piano was the key and i just couldn't lose it

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Singin' to a man while they played piano

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

To maintain we must gain the trust of the game players,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse