This is a song about "Powerful men"

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

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

I eat carrots every day to be powerful like a fay

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

If you ever think your more powerful

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

They'll never become better men

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them