This is a song about "Fancy cars"

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I feel like i got fifty cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Cars are passing by, guy

She gotta hold her head up high

Got like a hundred cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat