This is a song about "Love designer belts"

Baby if you want my love

Ships that sail to distant places

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Shackles on our legs speak and you get four belts.

Then i said i had enough

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

I don't rock designer cloths, i rather rock and shock with that raiden robe

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Is you big enough

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Yet the things that i love