This is a song about "I fancy y"

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Love my women with high heels and high standards

But y can't you fucking see

And niggas flashing crazy

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

Its funny how y"all think you're so macho

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby