This is a song about "Gucci man"

I want this shit forever, man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Atc be below me man

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

But he ain't no handy man

Still the man with the pan

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

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

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

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

The day before is better than the present