This is a song about "Gucci good"

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

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

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

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

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

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?