This is a song about "Fashion and hype"

Catch you up on places i've been

New passions, enemies new fashion

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

In a fashion and manner that only he the good lord can.

Sell out a show and grow from the hype.

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

You don't even know the hype

And what ya cook like

Walk blind into a line or fight

It still got a lil hype

Bashin' blacks and trashin' "faggots" sadly will not go out of fashion

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Throw on some gucci shades cuz im blazed and i call that shit high fashion.

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin