This is a song about "Gucci supreme"

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme bats

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

You'll never be out-doin me kid, yep i'm too supreme

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

So until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme