This is a song about "The power of hardstyle"

I got the power, and the responsibility

And all women who had light features, see

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

Of all kind mingling all the twelve disciples are descending the power of the holy

Got the power to many more

Summer time, different shore

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

But we say the names, it's changing us, money and power,

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

To a group of people with the power to bestow

The nine gonna pop in silence with power

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for