This is a song about "Fancy amber"

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Rihanna, lady gaga, miley cyrus, amber rose,

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together

I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

I still have your curtains, they're amber. only them, they're the standard.

But that's what he liked her

Just an alert of an amber