This is a song about "League play"

As: other plans got in the way

"damn, watch that white boy play."

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Better hide when my bombers play

Your nervous when you hear this play

For a perfect mother’s day

A new god has come into play

And talking shit we gon' party all day

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

As a stoner with dreadlocks playing league on a desktop

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

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

You better believe i dont play

Reading shit my critics say