This is a song about "League of nations"

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

The problem is, when nations unite, and stand for religions it awakens

Man this is so bullshit, i'm so mad i ma knock you in two hits

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

As a stoner with dreadlocks playing league on a desktop

I was raised from the ashes of my nations quarrels

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

And all of a sudden my nations discussion is tugging in a fucking war with arguments

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Life live, might as well, only way to learn

And saw you lose friends, nations fall, and bridges burn,

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

And to test me, practice my skills in the best league