This is a song about "Tennis players"

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players.

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

I know my shit better anyone on this damn earth, curse this place, it's worse

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

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

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers