This is a song about "Players nature"

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Youre outta your nature while i here startin fresh

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

Musician by heart , instrumentalist by nature

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

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

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Some lyrical insight/human nature is intelligent

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse