This is a song about "Powerful men"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

We're most powerful crew,we fighting for truth

Inhale my color purple

Of being rich and powerful

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I had never fit in with the men.

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Nastiest over-limit went men

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

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

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

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