This is a song about "Psychic power"

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

So with our words we can give those kids the power

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Lyrics crazy, this a power grab

No car key and i mean that

Now tell me where's your true power

You told me god was the answer

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I am on the mic with everlasting power

They feed and attach bombs to their back for religion and power

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for