This is a song about "League of lgegends"

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

Not a high league but look at her thighs though

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Credit card late fees

Top of my pile of bodies

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

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

We're two separate digits, we're a whole knew league kid,

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth