This is a song about "Powerful men"

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Magic city tipping them

They'll never become better men

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

A military mind mean money

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

I eat carrots every day to be powerful like a fay

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

I am not powerless, i am powerful

You other brothers can’t deny

Cause men lie, women lie