This is a song about "Powerful men"

If you ever think your more powerful

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

When they here today what you say to them

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

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Ill send back with something powerful,

You all niggas ain't even on my level

They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Marshmallows inside my pen

They'll never become better men