This is a song about "Gucci this"

This can't be reversed, this shit is rehearsed,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

You can feel it via spirit

Watch this downshift like watch this down shit

Feelin like fuck this, rappin this sus shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

This aint your town, this aint your city

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

You'll see this, this only the start...

I know my calling's worth like phone card

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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

Inglorious bastard before this

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces