This is a song about "Treaty of versailles"

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Instead of living this life of violent crime

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Top of my pile of bodies

Out of mind out of sight

She like nigga yeah right

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Thoughts of immortality

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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

A strange guy who shakes the world like versailles

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie