This is a song about "Powers of congress"

And girl you damn right

Out of mind out of sight

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Got his powers from stickin' his dick in a volcano

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Counting on my powers, showers, #i #drop like bausch and lomb

I, summon unholy powers in the darkest of hours

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Lyric revived, adrenaline is what powers my humanly internal drive

She can make a pimp fall in love

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