This is a song about "League of nations"

And if ya like the beat, too bad its out ya league.

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Not a high league but look at her thighs though

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

And how the purpose is keeping idiots in these nations,

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

I killed my manager with an iron

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

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

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

Wrecking ball is gonna be tha nations anthem

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen