This is a song about "Fancy ca"

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

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

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

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Beautiful are thou, africa

Washington, d.c to los angeles, ca

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

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga