This is a song about "Gay gucci flip flops"

Yeah i'm a shit-stirrer, bitch, and i'm ready to flip

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Killing till they're real rap people at the top instead manic flops

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

But i ain't get to see you today

In hopes the bullshit from your lips'll just make everyone flip

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

Because what you spit is gay,

Keep losing my way