This is a song about "The clarinet player"

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

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Spazzin out on these player like adhd

But showed up cause i ain't fuckin' lazy

Hey your honor, is you kidding

This player gonna leave yo ass limping

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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