This is a song about "Tennis players"

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Look deep inside my train of thoughts, gold ring players,

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

Fuck lil wayne, and coach carter, im a baller, who goes harder than the heat and faggy lakers,

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

But the ballers and the players, i ain’t living like that,

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

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

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