This is a song about "I fancy her"

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

So instead i leave her

If they ain’t talking bout paper

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Out her dirty pussy, or either her curvy booty while i undressed her

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

I am the streets, the future

Damn i think i love her

I will neva wife her

Or something that you paid for

But i dont really love her man, i just wunna fuck her

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big