This is a song about "Power"

My staff look like it been crafted by a higher power

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Lyrics crazy, this a power grab

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

To the power or greatness

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Now tell me where's your true power

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Just remember that you lack the power

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Although the route's foul, we need similac powder

So with our words we can give those kids the power

Sky high, iced out paradise

And power means a price