This is a song about "Power"

I feel like deaths around the corner

Money equals greed, greed equals power,

Got the power to many more

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

My staff look like it been crafted by a higher power

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Trying to get back to this thing called love

To the power or greatness

Mad power like macbeth,

Baby i’mma mess, mess

When we not in summer

A country in power

And there's little to be glad for

The nine gonna pop in silence with power

Cause it's like you're my mirror

With some power to devour