This is a song about "Louie and gucci"

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

I ain't into that trick shit, those bitches and those gucci belts?

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

And remember what i said and

This is something different

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

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch