This is a song about "Gucci good vibin"

Or maybe i'm just too good

No hook, fuck a hook

This information is vital, look

But i just say that i'm good,

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

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

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

"no malcolm, you're just too damn good"

Call me a product of my own damn hood

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

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast