This is a song about "The power of congress"

Although the route's foul, we need similac powder

I am on the mic with everlasting power

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

Reflecting how's my life if stay to the god power.

Tell them that your sorry, you're a cow, took a fuckin' shower

Got the power to many more

Lower than my credit score

One day we should all be revived of these bad memories; the undoubted power of humanity.

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

The nine gonna pop in silence with power