This is a song about "Fantasy f"

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

F u are my favorite letters

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

His employment turned to a fantasy, this voyage of prosperity

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

So if it comes down, may the best man win

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

Than the muse of a family

An happy home, that's my fantasy