This is a song about "Gucci girls"

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

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

What them tippers don't see

Girls looking like barbie

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Talking of the gods you serve

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

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

All the girls wanna have sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins