This is a song about "Gucci belt"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

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

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Dollar sign belt buckle, im your uncle who will never stumble

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Your belt, yea, try and seduce me/

Driving so gucci, move over, you never i never need brakes

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins