This is a song about "Gucci head to toe"

More money that mean less sleep

Head to toe, face and feet,

Deal with defeat, they gotta toe

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

And knock blunt ashes into their caskets and laugh it off

'cause we're going toe-to-toe but i'm more fucked up than van gough,

Im going to get some head

You already know you're dead

Bruises from tip-to-toe and as he grows his bubble-wrap smalls.

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Shell put the beam to ya head

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Two toe-to-toe together tots flowing solo