This is a song about "Who the shit"

// [we're the ones who made you]

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

My shit is mean,but the you're the one who wanted to battle now keep your

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Wait fuck it who gives a shit

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

The type of shit that you don't have to asked who produced it

And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

I'll tell you baby that we're through

// [we're the ones who made you]

Their buddy who has the best shit burned ip the fiction

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin