This is a song about "Tru playa"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

The ghetto savior, smooth, the real playa with flavor

I tried to keep it playa

So when ya see me nigga

This ain't a game show playa, this ain't minute to win it,

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

I use to chew gum like uh playa, name the name brand, yeh, i call it layers.

It's liquid solidity playa and you just can't afford,

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Meanwhile im rewinding insrumentals going ins tru im mental