This is a song about "Fancy f"

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Lets come up to my city

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Leaving a jaw in awe unable to f-f-f-fucking comment.

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

F u are my favorite letters

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,