This is a song about "Treaty of versailles"

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

Babies turn into shooters

Shaved of the face of the earth

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

I'm sharper than shark teeth

Top of my pile of bodies

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Quietly becoming a top tier

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Epic, they used to feed me detours

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

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