This is a song about "Power of one"

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

The power of knowledge threatens, im educated with weapons

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

No tarot card reading; i'm foreseeing you niggas vanish

A mastermind of power who devours cowards with anguish.

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

To a group of people with the power to bestow

Rap is one of a kind.

Now walk to it with your land mind

Its become one of the routines

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad