This is a song about "Fancy li"

Rap is based off of reality, re-a-li-sm

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

It's real dog, i live in the fire

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

So here i am at the store for some chips

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

Temporary the richest, legendary's forever

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep