This is a song about "Me owning people in fantasy football"

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people up in heaven waitin for me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Stop living in a fantasy and wake up to reality, there's no morality

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

These people that have made claims in knowing me,

A fucking sociopath living in fantasy killed his whole family just to live happily,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

No words to encourage me, that shit is fantasy

Crackin' me up that you're havin' this laughable fantasy

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

In the morning in the night people in this site are losing every single fight against me

People standing in line, waiting for a chance to berate me

If we thinking success is only measured by your money