This is a song about "Powerful men"

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

They'll never become better men

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

We're most powerful crew,we fighting for truth

At least i can use my rhymes as a vessel to connect folks on my mental level

Use your parents as servants at first glance. if you ever think your more powerful

I had never fit in with the men.

Time after time, again and again

So powerful call me the president

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent