This is a song about "Gucci coffin"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

And it rules everything around them

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

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

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

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

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Shout outs to gucci, let's shoot this fuckin movie

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left