This is a song about "Major leauge baseball"

But i'm jumping on this track for a major comeback

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

You don't have to be street to rhyme, i help in a major way,

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

She was a major curse

That's why she ignore my flowers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

And ill hiss major diss gave you a lisp

Over the whole head space saved for major

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right