This is a song about "Fancy shawl dancers"

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Aren't you somethin' to admire

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

They link dancers and obey masters like captors

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

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

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

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