This is a song about "Street power"

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Got the power to many more

No one man should have all that power

And there's little to be glad for

Scream like nightmares from a street

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Yea we hard on the street

Me and my peeps often meet

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

Enough hey, lets talk about knowledge and power

Humanity has always been about the power

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Cause talk is cheap

Wen i walk down ya street