This is a song about "Pulling up in gucci"

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Damn i think i hit writer's block, pulling up to the riders lot

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

I'm wale, the prescription

Pulling people from position

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

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

My conclusion is that they pulling punches and using/

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring