This is a song about "Fantasy"

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

No words to encourage me, that shit is fantasy

I'm laughin' at your fantasy of commandin' rap pad, i ain't mad, kid

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

Fuck your family cactus suck' fantasy for you actress

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Stop living in a fantasy and wake up to reality, there's no morality

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Dc, man over money

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Examining a calamity advancing in a fantasy

Set me free, from reality, that'll be, my fantasy

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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

Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor