This is a song about "Powerful men garbage"

Baby, you're an angel

Of being rich and powerful

So powerful call me the president

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

All your other fuckin garbage

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

They'll never become better men

Then lost my faith again

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

A powerful meaning for a targets carcass

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

You rely on trash talk cause you're rhyme's are just garbage

Ive been discriminated against, evaluated than tossed out like garbage,

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch