This is a song about "Powerful men"

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

I had never fit in with the men.

So powerful call me the president

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I eat carrots every day to be powerful like a fay

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away

I am not powerless, i am powerful

Ha, running rebel on another level

Shit, we don't believe none of them

They'll never become better men

I don't care what it did to them

Makes me sleep and blown by men.