This is a song about "Gucci down to the socks"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Gettin' stopped by cops with glocks to rock socks,

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect

So sit down and listen to the beat

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Down the street to the car,

If there’s a shining star

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

You'd have to be the dumbest fucker around to through down

Stop the clock and take their watches, cop 'em, got no shoes or socks,

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours