This is a song about "League of le"

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Bun b, i’m underground king

Feeling, of appealing

Of which im not exactly proud of,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Return of the king of flow

This shit ain't nothing new though

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

And if i want to go outside

Out of mind out of sight

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Of being of always getting wired