This is a song about "League of legens"

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

As a stoner with dreadlocks playing league on a desktop

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

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

Of the book of your life

We hustle to survive

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

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

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes