This is a song about "Gucci belt on my waist"

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Bitch you aint on ma level your below my belt

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

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

But i'll beat the shit outta you with my rap belt

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Two tres on my waist, and i feel like (d)jango, with and without the d/

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Baby you like saying my name the most on your gucci bag and more

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

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

Your neck and face from your chest and waist

Look, just remember how that winning taste