This is a song about "Belts"

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Now bitches hug me tight like seat belts when they fastened

Shackles on our legs speak and you get four belts.

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

I ain't into that trick shit, those bitches and those gucci belts?

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends