This is a song about "Swag fancy"

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

You know my swag is outstanding,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you