This is a song about "Powerful men"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Cause men lie, women lie

And in fact i can’t deny

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

So powerful call me the president

They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

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

I'm deceiving feeling evil dealing hate while i rape the peaceful

You all niggas ain't even on my level

I am not powerless, i am powerful