This is a song about "Gucci bags"

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Whatever it takes to live and stand

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

To reds i ain't know how to act

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

School cyphersi was too nicer

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Your girlfriend want to follow

But fuck all you scum bags

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance