This is a song about "Gucci mane"

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

Tony yayo its the devil mane

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

But that's what causes the shot mane

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

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

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

And when you knock knock on the door tryin to get at me mane,

Gotta lay low in the future mane

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Tony yayo its the devil mane

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain