POWER HOUSE HOBBS Lyrics – Westside Gunn

POWER HOUSE HOBBS Lyrics Meaning

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Westside Gunn kicks things off with frustration and anger. He’s calling out fake people and how phony beef and drama online don’t mean anything in the real world. He sees it all as nonsense and garbage. Basically, he’s fed up with people pretending to be tough or real, especially when it’s just for show on the internet. His tone is raw and dismissive, setting the mood for a track that doesn’t hold back.

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
He jumps into the verse with intensity, comparing a slick move to a wrestling backflip by Will Ospreay, showing off his unpredictability and flash. He talks about someone trying to cross him and how he made sure they paid the price for it, most likely with violence. The mention of the CLS (a luxury Benz) with a silver plate and bricks coming in shows he’s living a fast life fueled by money and drügs. He briefly talks about throwing up before some past events—maybe from nerves, stress, or trauma. He gives a shoutout to Chine Gun, someone close to him who passed away, wishing peace for him in the afterlife. The line about him “dying fly” ties into the expensive fashion (like Balenciaga) and how even in death, style and pride matter in his world.

[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher]
Benny steps in confidently, addressing anyone who thinks he’s lost his edge. He’s ready for anyone who wants to challenge that idea. He mentions blood on his neck chain, not as decoration, but as a sign of how dangerous he really is. Even the sound of his gun is described in a casual, almost humorous way, like cracking open a soda. He talks about going from jail (Shower Shoe Lords) to being part of a deadly, skilled group (Power Tool Boys), showing growth from basic survival to serious power. He brags about moving drügs across states and how he could set up business in any corner of New York. But there’s also paranoia—he wonders whether he should rob his own plug, showing how trust is scarce.
Even after selling tons of drügs, he says he doesn’t even know what coke tastes like—highlighting that he’s the boss, not the user. He tests the hardness of his guns like someone checking quality, showing he’s hands-on and serious. There’s a line about upgrading from cheap food (catfish) to finer things (sea bass), which mirrors his journey from the bottom to success. He jokes that dirty bricks of coke are called “decaf” because they aren’t pure. Selling drügs smells like coffee (Folgers), mixing everyday smells with street hustle. He recalls making deals in jail, shouting through cells just to make plays. Lastly, he talks about breaking the pot while cooking coc*ine and even signing the bricks like art—calling it “Scorpion Gang”—showing pride in his hustle and branding his product like a pro.