This is a song about "Fantasy sports"

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Fantasy falls apart leaving me so frustrated

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I can't tell reality from fantasy

Put a little twist in her hips cause i'm watching

I just look at you, smile, then wink, thought sports was my thing,

To grow up in a perfect storybook fantasy

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

We were livin a fantasy

Chillin' with homies and family

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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