This is a song about "Im so fancy"

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

And im going so fucking nuts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

I won't retire ever, nigga i'm forever clever

Im a superhero so

Dig, these niggas is fake joe