This is a song about "War guns gucci z1"

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

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Out off gucci seats with heat that a make ya luie leave.

We got dat guns and flow

This summer gone be mine though

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Driving so gucci, move over, you never i never need brakes

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence