This is a song about "Powerful men"

I wish i’ll never see you again

I had never fit in with the men.

If you ever think your more powerful

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

Ok now everythings wonderful

Ill send back with something powerful,

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

And do i need to mention when