This is a song about "Gucci and trues"

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

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

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,

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

As she goes through the levels

And their mothers and fathers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

When they here today what you say to them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

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

Social conditioning and

And get caught, in the moment