This is a song about "Money cars gucci armani"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

I got something you've been waiting for

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

When bret hart meet brett farve

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,