This is a song about "I bod"

I realize as i cry everything i have i owe to them

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

See i thought i knew you,

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

We popping bottles, it don't stop

I though i was red hot

I go in i go hard i go ham, i don't stop

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Living lives i wish i had

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

I suppose i should tell you

South beach fountain blue

I wish i had another shot

We dig the plot and never bury pot