This is a song about "Tennis players"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

People are starving, you talking bout balling

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

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

To maintain we must gain the trust of the game players,

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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