This is a song about "The clarinet player"

But i'm actually passed this, i lost my role as a player in the game when j gone missing.

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

// [everybody wants you, player]

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Fuckin bitches chasing paper

// [everybody wants you, player]

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

Every playa's got a hater, but y'all should hate the game not the player.

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

A player getting played in this love game