This is a song about "Bury me in my guccis"

Im colder than guccis burr, my style is more expensive versace fur!

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

My lyrics will bury you in the pit

"forgive my past tricks?" i won't bury the hatchet,

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Even in my sleep they keep calling me,

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Apparent in the air that there's hysteria, they'll bury ya,

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

I bury lightning in your ass

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Bone breaking, shaking my head then i'll bury y'all/

Fuck me in my fat ass

So chase the air hide your stash