This is a song about "Major league gaming"

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Over the whole head space saved for major

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

And informing all you lames that i may not appear as major

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Which to me looks like your doing more gaming, then rhyming,

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

As a stoner with dreadlocks playing league on a desktop

I'm at the top of the league the way i pro-vide,

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

Last year i was unknown but now am major

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

The world looking out, they on the front row

Not a high league but look at her thighs though