This is a song about "Players twist"

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

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

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

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

To take my mind twist it and spins it in three

Take your time when you’re with me baby

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

I know my shit better anyone on this damn earth, curse this place, it's worse

My rap bars bring up the twist

Young, handsome and focused

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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