This is a song about "Gucci clutches"

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

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

Grab a pen in clutches, send it to heaven above functions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

These shoulders crushed from cobra clutches, shit is gettin' dangerous,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men