This is a song about "Gucci links"

They push their own agenda at our expense, and sever links,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

I am olubowale, the answer to this

I eat the weak links , and i crush the mammoth

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Baby you like saying my name the most on your gucci bag and more