This is a song about "Fancy lifestyle"

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

You say bullsit about me and my lifestyle with your stupid freestyle.

Niggas battle me but they end up releasin there throttle and chokin on a rattle,

I live a liberated lifestyle, i will have your balls rotated on a turnstile cause i'm hostile

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

This type of lifestyle that one simulates

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

They can’t do much, they grew up seein’ that lifestyle,

I never smiled as a juvenile

Run for cover and return fire

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile