This is a song about "Fancy dream"

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

The pendulum swing it's not a dream

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Make me wonder was its just a dream

As: i know just what you mean

We self-made but never is an i on the team

They call us misfits, societies worst dream

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

I gotta chase after this dream