This is a song about "League of legeneds"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

I'm at the top of the league the way i pro-vide,

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

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

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Out of this coviction of feelings

Got a body full of bullet holes laying here naked

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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