This is a song about "Players break people s hearts"

Competition on the court

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

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

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

People say i'm crazy and insane and try to break my stride,

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

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

I've become immune to you no name haters

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts