This is a song about "Gucci louis vuitton prada burberry balenciaga money"

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

Fuck prada, the devil wears a school uniform

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

The devil doesn't wear prada, the devil wears a suit,

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Blow up on this society

Getting to the money

Chillin' with homies and family

How to get my rent money

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir