This is a song about "Prada"

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Louis prada thats how i stunt

The devil doesn't wear prada, the devil wears a suit,

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

God has blessed her, prada dresser

Fuck prada, the devil wears a school uniform

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Chanel louis prada what a mixture