This is a song about "Im so fancy"

Cause they trip on me cause im so smoked im prolly gone.

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Acting careless, they say im misbehaving, so

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

So im calling your bluff

I feel my work ain't enough

But im christian so logically

Summertime in the city

But she forgot about the golden rule

But im doin it wit style so the playground thinks im cool

And word i blew off herb i grew

So im comin back at you