This is a song about "Gucci good"

Lobsters and shrimp im good

You bull shit, look

That everythings fine, ok and good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win