This is a song about "A masquerade"

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Yup you got a lot a

Who knows what the

So you finally got the nerve

A bunch a singers and sinners

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

With a ba and a masters

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

You're a disaster a sham,

G5, clearport, say hello to the man

Like a bird without a cage

With foreign names, valet the range