This is a song about "Treaty of versai"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Thought of, cuz it's sort of...an addiction,

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Feeling, of appealing

Questioning the whole meaning

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Out of this coviction of feelings

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Of being of always getting wired

Beaches of normandy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably