This is a song about "Gucci mane shit"

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

And my niggas all the same

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Gotta lay low in the future mane

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Gotta lay low in the future mane

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

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

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

And there's little to be glad for

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

But that's what causes the shot mane

Then lost my faith again