This is a song about "The clarinet player"

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

It’s not a game, hold your dame

A player getting played at his own game

Star player no benchtime, minutes played sublime.

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Said when i do dirt wit her

// [everybody wants you, player]

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

It's okay to hate the game long as you not player hating

I been trying to show you somethin, got a different approach

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach