This is a song about "Pro football player"

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

And i just want to hold her

// [everybody wants you, player]

// [everybody wants you, player]

My pockets got paper on paper

Party player? light up the pretty led/

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Also, please know, though i'm not a pro

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

// [everybody wants you, player]

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet