This is a song about "Gucci mane shit"

Tony yayo its the devil mane

I wanted the money and never the fame

If you want the beef i'll pull the chopper and i'm stuntin mane

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Tony yayo its the devil mane

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

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

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Gotta lay low in the future mane

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Gotta lay low in the future mane