This is a song about "Powerful men"

If a nigga didn't fake like them

They'll never become better men

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

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

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Ok now everythings wonderful

Ill send back with something powerful,

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

So powerful call me the president

They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home