This is a song about "Powerful men"

If you ever think your more powerful

This is the root of all evil

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Car seats got screens in them

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

Ill send back with something powerful,

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

They'll never become better men

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

It pretends it’s a soul in a entity