This is a song about "Players"

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

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

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

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

I've become immune to you no name haters

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players.

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

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

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

Three major players gettin papers by the layers