This is a song about "Abuse of power"

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

And with the power of god, the devil doesn't wanna dance/

I used to abuse it but now ive learned from all of my flaws

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

Of all kind mingling all the twelve disciples are descending the power of the holy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

'cuz i'm tired of your shit and the mental abuse,

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

But by the power of god, i say i'm done, shit

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

The power of knowledge threatens, im educated with weapons

Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes