This is a song about "Powerful men"

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Then lost her faith again

Nastiest over-limit went men

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Ill send back with something powerful,

Cause this album pack enough evil

If you ever think your more powerful

Hoes row got beans in them

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

I had never fit in with the men.