This is a song about "Fantasy stuff"

We don't ever make love

Have to leave without your stuff

Examining a calamity advancing in a fantasy

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

The rest of ya'll live inside a delusional fantasy

Everybody watching while you touching real money

No words to encourage me, that shit is fantasy

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

To grow up in a perfect storybook fantasy

No more showering you with stuff,

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

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

Was it a blur of memoires combine by fantasy