This is a song about "League of lgegends"

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

They say nothings ever free

Beaches of normandy.

Out of this coviction of feelings

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Of being of always getting wired

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm why baby mamas leave

Them people see my good side

Out of mind out of sight

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done