This is a song about "Ivy league"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

My raps are timely, they itch you like ivy.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

And if ya like the beat, too bad its out ya league.

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

I'm at the top of the league the way i pro-vide,

As a stoner with dreadlocks playing league on a desktop

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,