This is a song about "Tennis players"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

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

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

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

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

I've become immune to you no name haters

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

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players.

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

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

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players