This is a song about "League of legneds"

Whether you wrong or you right

Out of mind out of sight

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

You better see im in a different league

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Top of my pile of bodies

Lights please, lights please

Not a high league but look at her thighs though

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show