This is a song about "I fancy y"

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

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

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

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

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

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

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

I love you only aid for you y

Thuggin' till the day i die

Same '89 camry that needs painting

Y you bitches think that im still playing,