This is a song about "Fancy"

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

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

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

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

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

Got me quite open for a while

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile