This is a song about "Treaty of versaille"

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Girl listen, trying to position

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

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

We raiders of the lost ark

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks