This is a song about "Russia serbia"

Fuck that now trying get the money

Beaches of normandy.

Feeling, of appealing

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

All my love to these queens in here

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

While i'm making history

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Out of this coviction of feelings

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes