This is a song about "Gucci and trues"

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

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

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

Throw on some gucci shades cuz im blazed and i call that shit high fashion.

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Shit, we don't believe none of them

And get it again and again