This is a song about "The legion"

New message from mom

The weed into the bong

In the face of the outside.

Look, now roll my j tight

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

They'll have to rename this one

The bigger the the fun

The replacement of the word "mother"

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Yea me and my fuckin legion we will run this fucking town

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

See dog? rap is my aim

The realist in the game

Reminisce the times and the laughter

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her