This is a song about "Tropical fantasy"

I can't tell reality from fantasy

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

To grow up in a perfect storybook fantasy

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That is my wish, my fantasy.

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

Fuck your family cactus suck' fantasy for you actress

And losin all his money

We were livin a fantasy

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Was it a blur of memoires combine by fantasy

Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor

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