This is a song about "Im soo fancy"

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

You, you, you have to pay for that

Im still loaded, im loaded

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Im still loaded, im loaded

Get it back and shit

Im stubborn and im ignorant,

This is something different

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Im on fire cause im fantastic

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Now lemme ride soo i will get through/

Sabotage, sabotage, i love you