This is a song about "Fancy amber"

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

We about to set this bitch on fire

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Just an alert of an amber

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Rihanna, lady gaga, miley cyrus, amber rose,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

And the v12, that's on various trips

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words