This is a song about "Tropical fantasy"

Lonely fantasy i've had it, with o'zone and gravity

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Put expressions in their music and create the face

She dreams of her fantasy world, living in a high place,

Set me free, from reality, that'll be, my fantasy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

No words to encourage me, that shit is fantasy

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Examining a calamity advancing in a fantasy

Hold me to the mic why im smoking on this tropical

Pull up in the cl, the shit's astronomical