This is a song about "Fancy cars"

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Cars are passing by, guy

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

"2pacalypse now" 'til infinity boy, forever

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic