This is a song about "Treaty of versai"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

We don’t reason, no such thing as a peace treaty,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Know give me a head start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

I got to make sure that i can play here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park