This is a song about "Gucci baby"

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

And niggas flashing crazy

I'm still just a baby

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

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

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

I got to be your baby

So while the world goes drake crazy

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

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

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

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