This is a song about "Treaty of versailes"

See, where i come from is hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Out of this coviction of feelings

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Of the book of your life

This is how she want to live

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

So here i am at the store for some chips

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,