This is a song about "Gucci mane"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Gotta lay low in the future mane

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

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

Out off gucci seats with heat that a make ya luie leave.

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Tony yayo its the devil mane

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

Come here i’m about to take you higher

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge