This is a song about "Harry and louis"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

No one notice your struggle

And inhospitable,

For the low that nine cheap

And kill yourself and your clique

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

Quit tryna act like you the shit, you ain't no louis vuitton

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

But i let off everything i have

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night