This is a song about "Gucci and trues"

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

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Driving so gucci, move over, you never i never need brakes

And the word most important

And remember what i said and

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

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