This is a song about "Player vs player skills"

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

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

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

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

I used to play the game and kill nigg'as call it pro player. shoot yo brains out,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Star player no benchtime, minutes played sublime.

Party player? light up the pretty led/

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead