This is a song about "Powerful men"

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

I eat carrots every day to be powerful like a fay

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

I had never fit in with the men.

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam

I'll never call you bitch again

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

I am not powerless, i am powerful

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Nastiest over-limit went men

I don't care what it did to them