This is a song about "Gucci and trues"

In the gutter lane like i'm master splinter

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

But i'm not worried

And stop playing hide and seek,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Shout outs to gucci, let's shoot this fuckin movie

And their mothers and fathers

All my real motherfuckin partners

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Grab the scissors and saws and