This is a song about "Treaty of versailles"

Return of the king of flow

I hit the studio

Out of mind out of sight

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Instead of living this life of violent crime

No wonder why when times get hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

A strange guy who shakes the world like versailles