This is a song about "Champions league"

And to test me, practice my skills in the best league

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

You should forever venture and strive for better things like champions

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

We're two separate digits, we're a whole knew league kid,

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Not a high league but look at her thighs though

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Your style common as a little league sponsor from a 'tarded kid's father

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

As a stoner with dreadlocks playing league on a desktop