This is a song about "Treaty of versailles"

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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

Couple grand when i rock the night

Out of mind out of sight

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Top of my pile of bodies

Right flows down and they might go nice

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Take em all to bed call a treaty

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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle