This is a song about "Power secrets of vibration frequency saturn"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

What kind of power you have over me get over here

Aint aware of my power so no scepter yet

A clever idea to take something they said

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

But by the power of god, i say i'm done, shit

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Your diss deflects off the beast your seized by my words deity frequency

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

On top of saturn, i'm sending shots from my rocket blaster

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

And if she leaks any secrets,