This is a song about "Treaty of cateu cambresis"

In the club like fuck it, though

Return of the king of flow

It's like i'm owner of

It's just textbook stuff

Feeling, of appealing

Money ain't a thing

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Take em all to bed call a treaty

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

We raiders of the lost ark

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still