This is a song about "Player boy"

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

I'm a baseball player, save ya breath like respirators,

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

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

Sometimes i think, what i need

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

// [everybody wants you, player]

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

Are you really a player? you claim 'slayer rides rhino