This is a song about "Gucci bag"

Then you're fucking confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Ill bag you like groceries i flow ferociously

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Get carried away in a body bag

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Shout outs to gucci, let's shoot this fuckin movie

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch