This is a song about "Power thirst"

Look, cole world, still a cold world

But i had to do it to quench my thirst

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

Memories of my childhood contain nothin' but hunger and thirst

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

Killing every officer as if its fate/ they took my dad away/ now this world

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

I am on the mic with everlasting power

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

I was tired at first, tired of thirst, and getting fucked over