This is a song about "Fantastic"

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

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

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

So they just call me mr. fantastic

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Its gonna be a fantastic attack

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Polemic ends the round with this fantastic shocking classic

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

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

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

Im on fire cause im fantastic

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