This is a song about "Fancy ca"

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

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

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Till i ca nt take no more

Ima go until my arm's sore

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

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