This is a song about "Black power"

My staff look like it been crafted by a higher power

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

Just to let you know, you are

Now tell me where's your true power

Like black power, too, too clever, forever feds so low watch us,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Before we see it's hard to live

And power means a price

Baby, you know who you are

A country in power

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Enough hey, lets talk about knowledge and power