This is a song about "Gucci bag"

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

Get carried away in a body bag

The third one is mixed, white and black

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

Displacin' my tears cause somebody tossed my bag

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back