This is a song about "The legion"

That's word to my mom

The weed into the bong

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

In the heat of the summer,

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

I'm the nigga with the juice

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

The realist in the game

Yea its my group its my legion

Cold world no blanket son

In the face of the outside.

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied