This is a song about "Gucci and prada"

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

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

The devil doesn't wear prada, the devil wears a suit,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

I fear no opponent

Social conditioning and

To liberate yourselves, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

And remember what i said and

I ain't trying to be ignorant