This is a song about "Powerful men"

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

As i light one for ill will

Of being rich and powerful

We're most powerful crew,we fighting for truth

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I am not powerless, i am powerful

They'll never become better men

Then lost my faith again

If you ever think your more powerful

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level