This is a song about "I fancy y"

Lets come up to my city

L y r i to the c

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

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

And now your best friend's having kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

While all those ships go tips(y)

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three