This is a song about "Fancy amber"

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

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

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Rihanna, lady gaga, miley cyrus, amber rose,

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

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

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together