This is a song about "Power"

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

They feed and attach bombs to their back for religion and power

I never use a fork i always spoon her

So with our words we can give those kids the power

I can taste the salt from my tears

Mad power like macbeth,

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

In the past hour, i'm just rebelling from government power.

With some power to devour

I feel like deaths around the corner

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Now tell me where's your true power

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

And power means a price