This is a song about "Fantastic felines"

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

So they just call me mr. fantastic

One night love: i'mma need that

Its gonna be a fantastic attack

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

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

I put that nigga in his casket

Im on fire cause im 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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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