This is a song about "Gucci louis vuitton prada burberry balenciaga money"

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Quit tryna act like you the shit, you ain't no louis vuitton

God has blessed her, prada dresser

Big serg, we ready for whatever

Money bring pain,money bring gain

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect