This is a song about "Gucci hot"

Man but this ain't no sign language

Hot like florida sand bitch

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

We about to set this bitch on fire

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Believe me i'mma be your god

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

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

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Just searching for the perfect shot