This is a song about "Down below bitches gucci fendi studio"

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

And slits this bitches neck! and her head takes a trip down

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I crawl up and down bitches legs like im a fucking caterpillar,

You find me in the studio

People love hodgy i hate you though

Run em down, gun em down, bitches start hollerin'

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Set up my own home studio

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though