This is a song about "Players basket ball"

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

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

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Mirror mirror on the wall

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

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

So fuck em' all

From the bench to the ball

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth