Gucci better hurry up and get out of jail. If not, Que’s going to mess around and own the top spot for trapper rappers. Although it defies logic, Que’s lines here creep towards being considering lyrical (“creep into your crib late at night like Bru Man”) as he pledges allegiance to staying the same no matter the weather or how the numbers in his bank account rise.
Off DJ Iceberg’s Monopoly Music Vol. 16.