This is a song about "Fantasy sports"

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/

We're all just living in a fantasy

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

She dreams of her fantasy world, living in a high place,

Fantasy falls apart leaving me so frustrated

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

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

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

Ridiculed by everyone "he's white how can he play sports."

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

"can we get much higher?" of course since we're living in a dark fantasy/

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