This is a song about "Powerful men"

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

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

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

I had never fit in with the men.

And it rules everything around them

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

So powerful call me the president

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

They'll never become better men

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

We're most powerful crew,we fighting for truth

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes