This is a song about "Power of death"

Of his death, such similarity

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

This rap shit til the death of libertines

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

I got a green bag with them blue strands

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

To a group of people with the power to bestow