This is a song about "Treaty of cateu cambresis"

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Hit the club she drop it low

Return of the king of flow

See, where i come from is hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Out of this coviction of feelings

Let's enjoy our younger years

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm everything that they call nice

Beaches of normandy.

I’m tryna be low key

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear