This is a song about "You think your a player"

// [everybody wants you, player]

See, she would complained of the tested nature

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

You think your in my view but you get treated like a side bitch

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

I'm a baseball player, save ya breath like respirators,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

After reading just a few of your bars, i think you have a disability,

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

If you think your a rap god then your damn wrong

Please, just peep the crystal method where

If you think yuu can spit bars than your a lair