This is a song about "One flew over the cuckoos nest"

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

I reach for my piece and bullets flew

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

The teacher looked over her class one day

I start to think it's all planned

Flew past fast, threw the atmosphere last,

Until you harness the skill of getting out of harm's nest

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Because the night it's almost over

Can't nothing come between me and you

I called up my crew to the pad we flew

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

And im sure, that flew over your head/

That one word can be a voice over the election

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin