This is a song about "Power and money"

About disaster in the world and

Your clan with power and then an instrument,

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

I never thought the money and power would get to this level,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

They want the money and the power that's just the world we living in,

But we say the names, it's changing us, money and power,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Enough hey, lets talk about knowledge and power

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Cause knowledge is power and it all lies inside your mental

For the money and power they've been concealin'

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him