This is a song about "Gucci purse gucci shades"

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Walking around with two different sets of shades on,

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

But shit changed when they fucked her up over a purse,

This ones for the lovers

Think i need a new purse

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Shout outs to gucci, let's shoot this fuckin movie

We no longer close or nothing

If my purse wouln't make ching