This is a song about "League of extraordinary gentlemen"

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

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

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

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

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Out of mind out of sight

But we having sex tonight

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Cause i need to be extraordinary, and if you feel this

A league of monsters like i done released the horror

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for