This is a song about "Walk around wearing gucci and guess"

I walk around like a space cadet, place your bets

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

I know the world been waiting for that

Baby you like saying my name the most on your gucci bag and more

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

While the mainstream artists try to fake and walk around it,

You pretend to walk around happily

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

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

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

I walk around with a crucifix upward