This is a song about "Fancy li"

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

First off congratulations on the win

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

'cuz it's so deep in my blood, this the only shit that i fancy

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

I be giving work to the kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks