This is a song about "Gay gucci flip flops"

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

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

So go ahead, go try to flip

And fumble every new leaf that you try to flip

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

And i got 'em every day, every day

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Little gay looking boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops