This is a song about "Swag fancy"

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks