This is a song about "Gucci louiw"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

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

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

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

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

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

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

I ain't into that trick shit, those bitches and those gucci belts?

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

If a could gucci mane would be ma character