This is a song about "Power idle"

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

No money, power, or drugs,

Amen, they say you only live once

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

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

So with our words we can give those kids the power

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Dial down the denial, a trial is in idle,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

See, i like the person that you are

Now tell me where's your true power

And standing there idle, only your reflection your rival,

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible