This is a song about "Fancy"

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

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

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks