This is a song about "Tha high power"

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Kick, rock tha 2nd verse betta' than tha first showin'

While n tha kitchen i bruse caine

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

I relinquish tha seat

Yea i'm missin some sleep

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

As soon as i walk in the door

Got the power to many more

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Money equals greed, greed equals power,

Of your memories in tha dozen

Make them more insecure when they caught one