This is a song about "Fancy dream"

It was only a dream

I'm the head coach of the team

But only in my sleep do i dream

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

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

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

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

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Imagine living in a dream

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Could switch up rhyme scheme like a dream

Starin at the wall, heard a scream