This is a song about "Fancy you"

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

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

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

What preceded was the clue

No thank you, just fuck you,

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

You thought what you thought, you walked and you talked

Snitches here don't got no heart

You act like you go hard

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Nobody cares about you except you

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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