This is a song about "Gucci money hoes"

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Like a line full of hoes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Keep it trill for the hoes

No, no, we are not those

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes