This is a song about "Player"

// [everybody wants you, player]

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

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

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Only concern was the home that was close to him

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

A player getting played at his own game

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

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

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

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