This is a song about "Gucci and supreme"

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Be the king, that was part of my dream

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

So until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

But i'm amazing, cause i'm me and me is supreme and

I rap supreme no need for dreams

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt