This is a song about "Players"

But the ballers and the players, i ain’t living like that,

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

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

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players.

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

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

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

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

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers