This is a song about "Gucci mane"

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

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

Parking lot of the blue flame

Gotta lay low in the future mane

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Tony yayo its the devil mane

Gotta lay low in the future mane

I'm that extreme, so haters complain