This is a song about "Treaty of versailes"

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I just got one request, stop breathing

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Out of mind out of sight

Tell em they close to stevie

Take em all to bed call a treaty

Cause all i want is you, baby

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Out of this coviction of feelings

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

No wonder why when times get hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard