This is a song about "Louis belt"

Knocked a blue belt pastor at mass tried to get me to sing

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

One last shot, this time below the belt

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

Get your seat belt on bitch, we're doing this my way

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

I fear no opponent

Louis prada thats how i stunt

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Bitch you aint on ma level your below my belt

Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong

Quit tryna act like you the shit, you ain't no louis vuitton

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

So many ovadosed,slit wrists and hangin with they belt