This is a song about "Powder"

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I got that powder, i got that white

To take all those wrongs and make them right

To powder and sniff, you surmount to a whiff

Who know this be the life that i really live

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Packin powder and much more in the alleys

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

For god, is the kingdom, and the power

A space encounter serving paste and powder

I got that powder, i got that white

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night