This is a song about "Power love liberty"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Ill put it on a slideshow, im fucking your own liberty,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

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

Reflecting how's my life if stay to the god power.

Enough hey, lets talk about knowledge and power

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

When life gets sour know i still devour

The nine gonna pop in silence with power

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

My staff look like it been crafted by a higher power

To the power or greatness

I wouldn't be famous