This is a song about "Fantastic"

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

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

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

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

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

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Im on fire cause im fantastic

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Polemic ends the round with this fantastic shocking classic

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

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