This is a song about "Passing fancy"

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

The teacher begins passing out the tests

She prayed on me passing that bar

You get close but no cigar

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Zirconium passing a diamond it's draconian

Passing out snacks while passing zags cause smoking out of cans is whack

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

While in the distance i hear passing cars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box