This is a song about "Fancy shawl dancers"

Just put a shawl and pray asking god to change your goal

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

The youngest of my mother kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers