This is a song about "Players"

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

Competition on the court

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

We've lost so many kids to gun violence, and the facts are worse,

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

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

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

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

So we can stick around for as long as we can so we can enjoy this earth,

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

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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