This is a song about "The washington naval confrence"

Regardless to all them, i appease her

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

After the fire, comes the rain

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

To the voice of the oblivion,

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Take the exit, the nearest left

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Your the boat without the paddle

That’s only if they handle

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

And that i spent the night with her

Than the birds on the wire