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

Step up if you think your a contender ill leave you tender

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

No one hates you they think your a great dude

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

You think your beautiful, but such a fucking whore

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Womanizing to say the least

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