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

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

All on the furniture with no regards

So many kind words few kind hearts

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

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

S queezys very bold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

We love for a while then a light goes

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

So not my hearts been patched

And i ain't trying to land

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players.