This is a song about "Pulling up in gucci"

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Whatever it takes to live and stand

And with these thoughts i feel the goodness slowly pulling away.

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Hell be picking big boulders breaking his shoulders pulling the rollers

And it's pulling me apart a part

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

And we still got kids pulling out blades and kitchen knives/