This is a song about "Powerful men"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

I eat carrots every day to be powerful like a fay

Nastiest over-limit went men

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

If you're such a powerful being lord, then answer me why.

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee