This is a song about "Gucci belt"

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

With a 9 in the belt

Nigga i ain't never scared

Except that i got one along with the shotgun rounds around my belt

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

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

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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