This is a song about "Fantastic"

I snap back like the plastic man from the fantastic clan,

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Grind a lemon to the blunt so that the smoke'll smell fantastic

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

To pieces like a plastic, ya i'm made up of steel, i'm amazing, i'm fantastic

Its gonna be a fantastic attack

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I'm so fantastic, even the oldies love my racket.

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Fantastic, ripping rap savages, pass it on, i have to sin,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Get the zippo and spark the shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

And beat the fascists, my lineage fantastic,