This is a song about "Treaty of versaille"

Bring the battering ram where you live

Out of this coviction of feelings

Snitches here don't got no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

It's like i'm owner of

Wood chain with a jesus

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Out of mind out of sight

Three times cause fate had my side