This is a song about "Fancy shawl dancers"

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

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

I'm refinishing with no dancers

Talking of the gods you serve

#mythical beasts feastin with devil dancers, slay em with ease, im bombin their embassy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

They link dancers and obey masters like captors