This is a song about "Gucci mane"

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

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Gotta lay low in the future mane

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Like a young dude... i'm become mane,

Floor seats at that wizards game

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Im courtside, wizard game

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

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

I wanted the money and never the fame

Tony yayo its the devil mane