This is a song about "Treaty of versai"

It's like i'm owner of

Let's have a toast for this new love

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

Of being of always getting wired

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

Must be something you want me to see

Take em all to bed call a treaty

Of which im not exactly proud of,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Out of this coviction of feelings

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Out of mind out of sight

Which you know i'm different, right