This is a song about "Fantasy stuff"

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

I can't tell reality from fantasy

We were livin a fantasy

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

You in to that animal stuff

My nigga, its all love

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Fantasy falls apart leaving me so frustrated

I be gettin' money

We were livin a fantasy

Have to leave without your stuff

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money