This is a song about "I gucci d my collar"

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

That's the window into the sky

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And the whole of group c can suck my d

Baby you like saying my name the most on your gucci bag and more

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I pullin out my d, see, i just wanna be free,

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Like i ran my d / in their big rhino asses

I'm choosing to dance, but i can't dance like jason d

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

She grabbin on my sack, she sucked my d, after i ate her v,