This is a song about "Chillen with gucci mane 1017"

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Gotta lay low in the future mane

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Now that's what you call a game

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Chillen with brothers, blacks and crakers, im not racist i just call em how i see em,

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Your man wale in his own damn lane

I wish i’ll never see you again

Tony yayo its the devil mane

Gotta lay low in the future mane

I'll never call you bitch again