This is a song about "Power of a product"

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

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

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust