This is a song about "Belts"

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Shackles on our legs speak and you get four 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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Now bitches hug me tight like seat belts when they fastened

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect