This is a song about "League of legendas"

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

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

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Now this is what i call an evening

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

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

And to test me, practice my skills in the best league

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

As a stoner with dreadlocks playing league on a desktop

Out of this coviction of feelings

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

So you know i be fly, am in da league of kings.