This is a song about "League of extraordinary gentlemen"

As a stoner with dreadlocks playing league on a desktop

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

Not a high league but look at her thighs though

We magnetizing the ghetto

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

So let me present, gentlemen/

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

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts