This is a song about "My life s fantasy"

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

We're all just living in a fantasy

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

An happy home, that's my fantasy

Look it something they can't ever see

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

But hey yo look, money from across the street

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

And there's little to be glad for

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that