This is a song about "Powerful gospel"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

My rhymes are so powerful i think i see on you some black and blue,

Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel),

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

We're most powerful crew,we fighting for truth

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Ill send back with something powerful,

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

Please hold your applause

Spreading that gospel sauce!

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

I'm like dre in the chronic i'm powerful like hero from a comic