This is a song about "Fantasy sports"

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

But im a well of inspiration

His edgy fantasy slowly takin'

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

I can't tell reality from fantasy

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

We're all just living in a fantasy

No words to encourage me, that shit is fantasy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

An happy home, that's my fantasy

Where you belong with your family