This is a song about "Fancy"

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

Specially equities, reckon we smile

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep