This is a song about "I fancy you"

'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

And all the shit you went through

I regret how i treated you

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

It's real dog, i live in the fire

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

I guess you think you cas, but i think you trash.

South beach fountain blue

Baby you know i love you

Swear i'm trying to get through

Well, i still bang with you

That's word to my mom

I know you think you on

I suppose i should tell you

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo