This is a song about "The washington naval confrence"

Well there goes your angel's face, got semen like a naval base,

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Coroners comfort your mama

I bring the heat like the

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

The more battles the better the flows

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause