This is a song about "Fancy shit"

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

You don't mean that, you faggot

You treated me like shit

But this ordinary shit

And you all will respect that

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Never asked nobody for shit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Well, i can handle that

Cause i dont rush into shit.