This is a song about "Versace belt"

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect

But i'll beat the shit outta you with my rap belt

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

'cause your mama used to beat you with a belt buckle.

Versace versace versace, i'm not driving the audi

Nigga so focused, shout out that ? a quarter six forty

Wait, now it's about eight something

Leather belt fastened, like i'm travelling/

I can talk rap, mainstream shit, versace versace

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

Get your seat belt on bitch, we're doing this my way

Then some lady named billie holiday

Except that i got one along with the shotgun rounds around my belt

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect