This is a song about "Fantasy football"

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

To grow up in a perfect storybook fantasy

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Crackin' me up that you're havin' this laughable fantasy

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

The rest of ya'll live inside a delusional fantasy

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

Punt her like a football 'till my hoof leg goes numb. my oh my, what do we here?

Was it a blur of memoires combine by fantasy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

His employment turned to a fantasy, this voyage of prosperity

And i don't wanna be a human, treat me like an entity

Lonely fantasy i've had it, with o'zone and gravity

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