This is a song about "Louis tomlinson"

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Louis prada thats how i stunt

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

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

But c-can't look up in that mirror

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

You could say im like louis & clark

And my bank account look just like a phone card

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah