This is a song about "It a fancy world"

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Got me quite open for a while

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Though it seems the world is cold

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

A man should be in his on world

Long as she come to me first

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Fuck love, it ain't no place fo a nigga in this world so rough

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

And send for a cruel world. let it smolder,