This is a song about "The clarinet player"

I'm not a team player though, just a kid wit dre beats

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Party player? light up the pretty led/

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

A player getting played in this love game

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

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

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Yeah u a player, that don't hit the field

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And i can't help but stare, cause

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

// [everybody wants you, player]

Or something that you paid for