This is a song about "Fancy huh"

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

When it comes to spitting that fire

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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

There’s a glass ceiling to break, uh huh

Beautiful are thou, africa

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

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

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Listen to the radio huh never mind,

What it truly means to be just a joker, huh,

To liberate yourselves, africa

Our children must be taught, of africa

Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (huh?)