This is a song about "Power of song"

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

But without any of y'all i couldn’t have written this song.

What kind of power you have over me get over here

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Instead of singin' the same song

Ha, and the bitches all gone

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

Power, the underrated continent of africa, another massacre,

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Of all kind mingling all the twelve disciples are descending the power of the holy

This is the end of my fucking song

See, with you, i never see it wrong

'til it's like a mile long

The whole essence of this rap song