This is a song about "Fantasy stuff"

On they twitter writing novels, see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

He's the one doing his stuff

Rub the wood and ima show em love

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

No more showering you with stuff,

And what i done just ain't enough

Cause this nigga done got jealous

You in to that animal stuff

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

I'm hooked on that good stuff

I feel my work ain't enough

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Or now they don't praise enough