This is a song about "Fancy huh"

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

Yeah, uh-huh, motherfuckers

Talking about the god you serve

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

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

Y'all wanna act a fool and try to fuckin' mirror fights, huh?

Is attackin' a mic as ecstatic as schoolbooks? huh?

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

About australia he claimed he remember nothing huh?

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

And i know your hearts breaking and it sucks huh

I'll give you a second, that's enough for you to finish, huh?

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga