This is a song about "Louis s mom"

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

No tats dey for my arm

So i thanks for my mom

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

Ay yo you wonder who i are

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

When you took my hand up so calm

Well go cry to your mom