This is a song about "Congressional powers"

Counting on my powers, showers, #i #drop like bausch and lomb

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Searching for some powers in my life to guide me, higher forces,

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

How we're out of your reach, you soured this sweet, you're the powers that be

And do this shit toxic like i got super powers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Like a czar,like austin powers im feeling randy and carlcee,other then them

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Article 2 gave the president all his powers, to defend the constitution.

He must be able to soar, must have some powers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Got his powers from stickin' his dick in a volcano

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low