This is a song about "Power of a product"

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Power, the underrated continent of africa, another massacre,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

The damage i'm doing tonight is like the product of all the shit i've sliced

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

Lyrics crazy, this a power grab

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Aint aware of my power so no scepter yet

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

And with the power of god, the devil doesn't wanna dance/

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

It was a power cut, well, it was a power cut too in my brain