This is a song about "Fancy shit"

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

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

With alla this whack shit

So i banged for a minute

After that moscato hit

Rockin addias rev run shit

Saying they this and that

Thats stuck threw all the shit,

It shows i know a bit

Wondering shit, questioning shit

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

There's rules to this shit

It's all good, finna dog that