This is a song about "Fancy dream"

The dream team is nothing but a dream

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

If you wanna reach your dream

Caged, and the wonder is seen

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Specially equities, reckon we smile

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile