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

And my pride sinking down to the depths,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Cuz ignorance is bliss

So bow down to the miss.

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Like nala in the jungle to soften the edges down,