This is a song about "Players nature"

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

I've become immune to you no name haters

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Youre outta your nature while i here startin fresh

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Strapped up attacking mom nature

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord