This is a song about "Treaty of versaille"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Take em all to bed call a treaty

I'm bigger than the code, i'm game genie

Return of the king of flow

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

I know that love it could begin

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators