This is a song about "Ralph lauren and gucci"

And their mothers and fathers

To war with the coppers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

And remember what i said and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

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

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass