This is a song about "Being fantastic"

Tell them niggas they sleeping

For going on being

Took the form of a human being

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Living out of a homeless shit

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

I snap back like the plastic man from the fantastic clan,

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Of being of always getting wired

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Grind a lemon to the blunt so that the smoke'll smell fantastic