This is a song about "Powerful men"

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

I am not powerless, i am powerful

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

When they here today what you say to them

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

I eat carrots every day to be powerful like a fay