This is a song about "Gucci bag"

The science and the art, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

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

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for