This is a song about "Gucci and trues"

And get it again and again

Magic city tipping them

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

I ain't into that trick shit, those bitches and those gucci belts?

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

And stop playing hide and seek,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Now move a little bit to the left

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

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