This is a song about "Louis isaacs"

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

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

She got me caught up in the moment

Louis prada thats how i stunt

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

You could say im like louis & clark

February cold as my heart

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

When they here today what you say to them

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Is written in our souls, africa