This is a song about "Gucci god"

I make her cum a lot

Declared myself a god

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

It all belongs to god

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Cause i'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god