This is a song about "Gucci to generic"

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

Everyone swallow this dick bitch i wrote high qaulity shit fucking rap kit make this fit fire is lit

You need to call a paramedic for them generic lyrics or better yet, think of something idyllic.

Here's my generic expression/ pot is being grown in california/

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

Try to sound unique rather than a generic robot,

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Knb is that your name that sounds like the kkk the generic version,

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

We dont fuck with generic

She crazy, that stalker shit