This is a song about "Fantasy stuff"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Set me free, from reality, that'll be, my fantasy

To grow up in a perfect storybook fantasy

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Or now they don't praise enough

You a lady boss, now you fly free

We were livin a fantasy

Wood chain with a jesus

He's the one doing his stuff

An happy home, that's my fantasy

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

But make sure if they do see

That is my wish, my fantasy.