This is a song about "Gucci flip"

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Half your body laying on my chest

Throw on some gucci shades cuz im blazed and i call that shit high fashion.

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

Told me to get a scholarship cause when them dollars flip,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

Now he's gonna fucking flip

Keeping them on the hip

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

If a could gucci mane would be ma character