This is a song about "Baby gucci"

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

Hopin' that my niggas see

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Well you gotta know baby

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

Out off gucci seats with heat that a make ya luie leave.

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

Well you gotta know baby

Don't cha know we love ya? sweet lady

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed