This is a song about "Power of a product"

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

A secret with the power for world abomination

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Deja vu might be a product of an objective creator

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

My bars are off the chain, they're a product of

Im that influential product you buy i have everything a girl wants in a guy

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,