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

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Time after time, again and again

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Gotta lay low in the future mane

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

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

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

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Tony yayo its the devil mane

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her