This is a song about "Powerful men"

They'll never become better men

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

A powerful meaning for a targets carcass

Time after time, again and again

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

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

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,