This is a song about "Louie and gucci"

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Out off gucci seats with heat that a make ya luie leave.

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I ain't trying to be ignorant

And remember what i said and

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Throw on some gucci shades cuz im blazed and i call that shit high fashion.

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger