This is a song about "Gucci bags"

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

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

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Cause i got the burner in the hand

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Out off gucci seats with heat that a make ya luie leave.

And all women who had light features, see

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