This is a song about "Gucci coffin"

Young and dumb, or even old and stupid

Hope to lay rap game in a coffin, did

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin

She only love me when i be ignoring

Creatin you own coffin quit all the talking

And if buddhism is real, i'm ill to the last coffin

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Cause my mother let me do what i want

I've fallen in shock in a coffin that's locked

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

When it comes to spitting that fire

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her