This is a song about "Jon louis"

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I massacre you while you are on the jon

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

Louis prada thats how i stunt

She got me caught up in the moment

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

You could say im like louis & clark

Guess i'll meet her right back at start