This is a song about "League of legeneds"

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Top of my pile of bodies

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

Not a high league but look at her thighs though

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

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

Out of this coviction of feelings

Who know this be the life that i really live

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her