This is a song about "League of legens"

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Of which im not exactly proud of,

So if you wanna leave

Top of my pile of bodies

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Of potential cases

And men'll chase love

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

As a stoner with dreadlocks playing league on a desktop

Ironically it subs like a hero

Not a high league but look at her thighs though