This is a song about "Tennis players"

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

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

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

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

Big too for the tribute and homage of their energy/ freestyle the greatest/ dope haters/

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Throw me to the damn wall like tennis ball still i'll bounce back

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

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

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