This is a song about "Fantastic baby"

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

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

And i know love me baby

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Im on fire cause im fantastic

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

And i know love me baby

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

Totin/ semi automatics i blow apart the demographic and stretch it to shreds like mr. fantastic

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

Totin/ semi automatics i blow apart the demographic and stretch it to shreds like mr. fantastic

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

Do you think i'm crazy