This is a song about "Tennis players"

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

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

Yearnin for somethin greater, soul searchin in this dull hole full a haters

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

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

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

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

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

I'm entertainin' 'til the players change to complainers

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and