This is a song about "Gucci mane shit"

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

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

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

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

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

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

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

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

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

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