This is a song about "Treaty of versaille"

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Must be something you want me to see

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

Looking at your money

Beaches of normandy.

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Instead of living this life of violent crime

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Let my angel sing

Feeling, of appealing

Out of this coviction of feelings

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed