This is a song about "Powerful men"

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Magic city tipping them

They'll never become better men

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I am not powerless, i am powerful

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Of being rich and powerful

A criminal grind mean hustle

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam