This is a song about "Matt louis"

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

And she would do anything for everything

Louis prada thats how i stunt

With such an ugly picture in it and

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

The science and the art, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

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

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

And there's little to be glad for

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

You could say im like louis & clark

And my bank account look just like a phone card