This is a song about "Tropical fantasy"

We were livin a fantasy

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I'm bashing your fantasy like wood to a fairy otter

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Cold heart steady dreamin of tropical climates

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Examining a calamity advancing in a fantasy

His edgy fantasy slowly takin'

And just looked at the whole situation

Third ward general, young cash money

We were livin a fantasy

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

Is this all just fantasy dream or future controversy fit to spring,