This is a song about "Power of music"

But my fuckin laptop about to run out of power,

Tell them that your sorry, you're a cow, took a fuckin' shower

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

The time that they were alive with the sound of music.

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

My whole family was concerned of the music i had learned

What kind of power you have over me get over here

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal