This is a song about "Powerful men"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

So powerful call me the president

Half your body laying on my chest

I wish i’ll never see you again

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

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

Gets harder than rihanna when

Baby, you're an angel

Of being rich and powerful

We're most powerful crew,we fighting for truth

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam