This is a song about "Fancy ca"

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Hey guys its me atari and i got 7800 honies in my ca

Washington, d.c to los angeles, ca

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records