This is a song about "I fancy y"

Y you bitches think im playing,

I was born to do the damn thing

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

I be giving work to the kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

I love you only aid for you y

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

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

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic