This is a song about "Leauge of legends"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

In this world all the dead legends are still alive

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Sticking to the legends but keeping everything eccentric/

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Now this is what i call an evening

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Maybe true but the legends wont fade away

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Before we see it's hard to live

Of the book of your life

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit