This is a song about "We made it"

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

I have almost made it through,

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Like every single wish we ever made

We made love with all sorts of passion

You're uncool like my mother kin

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

We made fun out of our jazz talks

Always and forever, thats the pinky promise we made.

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

"like shakie made it yea"

Im im on tha way

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Made a living and a killing off it