[Instrumental][Intro — Spoken, vinyl crackle] Yeah… West Coast, midnight. Blacktop sweating, refinery breathing. Read the filings. Follow the money. Don't confuse a headline with a verdict. This is Oil Baron. [Verse 1] Nine names on the ledger, nine doors to the flame, Chevron, Conoco, Exxon — put the facts beside the name. Kinder Morgan moving product through the arteries of trade, Marathon, Occidental — see the holdings disclosed and displayed. Phillips sixty-six, Valero, Williams in the frame, Not a rumor from the corner, federal records feed the game. But the numbers come in ranges, not a perfect dollar count, And a holding isn't proof that somebody rigged the amount. A portfolio can be private while the presidency is public, That's the tension in the system, that's the question we discuss it. Who directs the policy? Who manages the account? Who benefits when prices climb? What can records actually mount? [Hook — Group vocals] Oil Baron! Black gold in the night, Follow every filing, put the dates beside the price. Oil Baron! Let the paper trail speak, Power's got a balance sheet — accountability ain't weak. Oil Baron! No fiction in the track, If the evidence says forward, then we state it; if not, pull back. Oil Baron! Let the whole world see, The difference between a documented holding and a proven crime scene. [Verse 2] Public disclosures tell a story, but the footnotes matter too, Transaction dates and value bands determine what we knew. Stocks can rise on global markets, war, supply and demand, And a gain on paper isn't cash already in your hand. If a policy shifts the market, that's a question worth exploring, But timing isn't proof alone of secret trades or rigged scoring. Nine major energy holdings — that's the reported headline, Now trace the actual documents and reconstruct the timeline. Who bought? Who sold? Which dates? What price? What was publicly known before the market rolled the dice? Separate the facts from the spin, put the sources in the mix, Make the verse a courtroom ledger, not a pile of internet tricks. [Hook — Group vocals] Oil Baron! Black gold in the night, Follow every filing, put the dates beside the price. Oil Baron! Let the paper trail speak, Power's got a balance sheet — accountability ain't weak. [Verse 3] The driver pays at pump islands, freight contracts feel the strain, The household sees the numbers when the weekly costs climb again. The producer counts the barrels, the trader studies futures, The regulator writes the rules that shape the market's movements. Who carries all the downside when the price turns into pain? That's the question for the worker hauling cargo through the rain. No fabricated meeting, no invented secret deal, Just disclosures, market data, and the questions that are real. If the record proves a transaction, put the transaction in the verse; If it doesn't prove corruption, don't reverse the burden first. A republic needs the sunlight when the powerful hold the reins, And a beat can carry evidence farther than a thousand empty claims. [Outro — Spoken] Nine companies. Read the filings. Check the dates. Follow the policy. And never call an allegation a verdict. Oil Baron. Track one. The ledger stays open.
