This is a song about "Louis jordano"

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

You could say im like louis & clark

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

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

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Louis prada thats how i stunt