This is a song about "Treaty of versailles"

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Of being of always getting wired

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

This for my niggas that really rap hard

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

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

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

You're uncool like my mother kin

Epic, they used to feed me detours

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

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Blasting out some backyard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

Instead of living this life of violent crime