This is a song about "Fantasy"

I'm bashing your fantasy like wood to a fairy otter

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

Is this all just fantasy dream or future controversy fit to spring,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

His employment turned to a fantasy, this voyage of prosperity

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Examining a calamity advancing in a fantasy

I can't tell reality from fantasy

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Fantasy falls apart leaving me so frustrated

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

An happy home, that's my fantasy

Waiting for the perfect time for conversation

His edgy fantasy slowly takin'