This is a song about "Belts"

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

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Shackles on our legs speak and you get four belts.

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Now bitches hug me tight like seat belts when they fastened