This is a song about "I fancy y"

My slight fo's just talk dirty

But y can't you fucking see

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

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

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

They say i don't never smile

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Its y-u-n-double g, and if you trouble me