This is a song about "Gucci baby"

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

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

Parents treat me like a baby

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Or you'll drive me crazy

I'm still just a baby

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then