This is a song about "Gucci mane type shit"

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

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

Make it home round some like 6, to eat well and get fat on some pun-type shit

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

World play? shit, bust out the type writer

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

They calling me the hottest in the game

Tony yayo its the devil mane