This is a song about "Fancy shit"

Or never say never though i admit

You hunnybun on some sweet shit,

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

So i banged for a minute

Nah, shit, my life is boring shit,

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

Cause i dont rush into shit.

And you all will respect that

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep