This is a song about "Gucci colonge"

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

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

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

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

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace