This is a song about "Fancy"

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

She likes the way it hits her lips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

And hell. human condition? what a fancy name to label on a prison,

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

'cuz it's so deep in my blood, this the only shit that i fancy