This is a song about "Im fenzye"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Im stuck in reality im no longer dreaming

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Im grinning while im spitting this

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Im gonna rap to prove im good

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Im gonna be rapping till im decomposed

I guess im tryna say that im heartless

The critics are calling me conscious

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Nigga im elegant ,im elegant

Im still loaded, im loaded

She's cute but her forehead's big