This is a song about "Gucci clutches"

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

Throw on some gucci shades cuz im blazed and i call that shit high fashion.

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

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

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

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

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

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

I’m doin well, i’m just hoping i got your respect

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt