This is a song about "Fancy amber"

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Rihanna, lady gaga, miley cyrus, amber rose,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Aren't you somethin' to admire

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

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

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

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer