This is a song about "Ralph lauren and gucci"

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

I ain't into that trick shit, those bitches and those gucci belts?

I couldn't get off to ralph nader

Folarin, the muse of the hater

And inhospitable,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Bitch i'm all you need

And stop playing hide and seek,

Shout outs to gucci, let's shoot this fuckin movie

Safe sex since you say you not a groupie

Then to try to chase these men

And get it again and again

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Her man face turnin green like his name was ralph nader