This is a song about "Treaty of cateu cambresis"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

A working genius, a work of art

Cause some of you bitches funny

Beaches of normandy.

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Feeling, of appealing

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

I'm breathing for a purpose

It's like i'm owner of

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Hope all over again, we can start