This is a song about "Im soo fancy"

Im still loaded, im loaded

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Im still loaded, im loaded

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Soo be ready for a painful trip.

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

But you hate them navel kisses

Im grinning while im spitting this

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Run for cover and return fire

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

After im gone im forgotten