This is a song about "Sex and players"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players.

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars