This is a song about "Fantasy football"

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

I'm glad i sacked his ass in football back then i was hella raw

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Was it a blur of memoires combine by fantasy

Fuck that what else can i be, that's just the life of fantasy

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

That is my wish, my fantasy.

And they can't see the tragedy

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Examining a calamity advancing in a fantasy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see