This is a song about "League of l"

Young money motherfucker we the shit

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

Take that big l for skipping school

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

As big l would say all these bitches are just street struck,

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

You better see im in a different league

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

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

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

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