This is a song about "Gucci mane"

I got that goodman game

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

So much to say a scrabble game

Tony yayo its the devil mane

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Blow trees like a hurricane

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

Gotta lay low in the future mane

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes