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

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,

Can barely walk the city streets

God has blessed her, prada dresser

"contemplate", i wrote about her

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

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

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Realising that world leans on things

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Baby, oh baby, you're finer than all the ladies