This is a song about "Fancy shit"

The dead society of a poet

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

You can feel it via spirit

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

Wondering shit, questioning shit

See i let my nigga split that

Thats stuck threw all the shit,

There's rules to this shit

So i banged for a minute

Now you got me hopped up on that

Deezy, runs this rap shit,