This is a song about "Fantasy"

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

The rest of ya'll live inside a delusional fantasy

His employment turned to a fantasy, this voyage of prosperity

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Was it a blur of memoires combine by fantasy

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

I rap fast they rap plod, i'm living in fantasy with ma rap rod

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I'm laughin' at your fantasy of commandin' rap pad, i ain't mad, kid

This is reality, livin life unhappily, snap out of ya fantasy or else yull lose your sanity

But they didn't know this was the wrong streetbang bang, count another casualtybut it's a cop whose shop is brutality

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Stop living in a fantasy and wake up to reality, there's no morality