This is a song about "Fancy"

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

We about to set this bitch on fire

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

I won't retire ever, nigga i'm forever clever

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars