This is a song about "Fancy you"

Show me that it's alright

You know i love you right,

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

You thought what you thought, you walked and you talked

You think i'm lying to you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

You act like you go hard

Snitches here don't got no heart

Niggas that guided me through

You know that i love you

It's really not an issue

You expect me to respect you?

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars