This is a song about "Power of a product"

Aint aware of my power so no scepter yet

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

A secret with the power for world abomination

We hustle to survive

And power means a price

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

A mastermind of power who devours cowards with anguish.

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

They say i was designed to be a product of environment/

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

A product of this static nation, satanic faces

To a group of people with the power to bestow

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow