This is a song about "Gucci flip flops"

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

It wasn't always a hit and run relationship

Yeah i'm a shit-stirrer, bitch, and i'm ready to flip

See, i like the person that you are

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Throat clench and your smile flip.

I’m first class on my trip trip

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

In hopes the bullshit from your lips'll just make everyone flip

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

And fumble every new leaf that you try to flip