This is a song about "Errthing gucci"

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Shout outs to gucci, let's shoot this fuckin movie

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Baby you like saying my name the most on your gucci bag and more

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