This is a song about "Abuse of power"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

The power of knowledge threatens, im educated with weapons

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

With the power of ronaldo scoring the last goal on you assholes

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag