This is a song about "Fancy"

Got me quite open for a while

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

The youngest of my mother kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

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