This is a song about "Gucci prada finer things money"

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

The devil doesn't wear prada, the devil wears a suit,

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

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

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Spitting things inefficiently?

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

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

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