This is a song about "Gucci puppy"

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

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

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

So he got me a puppy to give me a kiss

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

That's thick like puppy slush,

Walking after her ass like a lil puppy, ain't a thing funny

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree