This is a song about "I fancy y"

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

'cuz it's so deep in my blood, this the only shit that i fancy

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

So here i am at the store for some chips

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

And hell. human condition? what a fancy name to label on a prison,