This is a song about "Power rap"

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Mainstream rappers have no shame when they rap in vain about the power that they claim

I remember peabody mice crawling up the shower

They feed and attach bombs to their back for religion and power

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

I am on the mic with everlasting power

My staff look like it been crafted by a higher power

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

No money, power, or drugs,

Amen, they say you only live once

I can taste the salt from my tears

Mad power like macbeth,

Just remember that you lack the power

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her