This is a song about "Fancy shawl dancers"

Talking of the gods you serve

I'm refinishing with no dancers

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks