This is a song about "Fantasy stuff"

His edgy fantasy slowly takin'

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

And panned out, i'm all in love

He's the one doing his stuff

Once as a slave who imagined being free

We were livin a fantasy

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

No more showering you with stuff,

I can teach you all the sounds of love

He's the one doing his stuff

Let's have a toast for this new love

Damn man that's some good stuff