This is a song about "Clout googles and a little gucci"

We all a little racist, and we all have a preference

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Jus stop a little bit and enjoy your latent soul

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

And i just use you like a little playboy bunny

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

And im rocking a little wrath

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

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

I heard a bump and a little shake, a lot of noise.

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys