This is a song about "Players gonna play"

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

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

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

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

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

I'm entertainin' 'til the players change to complainers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

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

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

Better hide when my bombers play