This is a song about "Gucci mane type shit"

Tony yayo its the devil mane

I wanted the money and never the fame

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

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

Tony yayo its the devil mane

Well rick james, maury jane

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Type e shit like gradius, fashion so radiant, shootin; hawk missiles

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

You is not hip then i can not coach her

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

I'm too busy doin the type of shit that got gotti killed