This is a song about "Gucci man"

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

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

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

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

But he ain't no handy man

Love can make ya stupid man

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

So part of the plan

Once i saw a blind man

But let me inspire someone who can

Man you gotta do something man