This is a song about "Gucci mane"

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

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

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

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Gotta lay low in the future mane

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Tony yayo its the devil mane

Floor seats at that wizards game

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

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

They think they bring that pain

Like a young dude... i'm become mane,