This is a song about "Powerful men"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

At least i can use my rhymes as a vessel to connect folks on my mental level

Use your parents as servants at first glance. if you ever think your more powerful

You all niggas ain't even on my level

I am not powerless, i am powerful

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam

Bet i get like 8 of them

I had never fit in with the men.

Baby, you're an angel

Of being rich and powerful

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen