This is a song about "Power idle"

Mr. teen and mr. t with a mouth full of powder

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

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

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Dial down the denial, a trial is in idle,

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

Or something that you paid for

Got the power to many more

Start the imaginary vynal, never idle, but i might pretend

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

And standing there idle, only your reflection your rival,

Money equals greed, greed equals power,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her