This is a song about "Louis"

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Our history that they stole, africa

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

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

You could say im like louis & clark

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Louis prada thats how i stunt

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Chanel louis prada what a mixture