This is a song about "Powerful men"

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

Time after time, again and again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

When that thing gon fly

Cause men lie, women lie

If you're such a powerful being lord, then answer me why.

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

I am not powerless, i am powerful

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

A military mind mean money

They'll never become better men

Then lost my faith again

So powerful call me the president

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best