This is a song about "Fantastic felines"

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

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

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

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

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

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

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

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Its gonna be a fantastic attack

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

And beat the fascists, my lineage fantastic,

Or you can do better on some hate shit