This is a song about "Louis tomlinson"

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

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

But got comma’s in my statement

Louis prada thats how i stunt

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

You could say im like louis & clark

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park