This is a song about "The washington naval confrence"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

Washington, d.c to los angeles, ca

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

The bigger the the fun

It ain't where i been

And thats just the begin sold out shows from meriden to washington

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

That’s only if they handle

Your the boat without the paddle

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

The more battles the better the flows