This is a song about "Fame fans"

Heavy in the game

But when it comes to fame

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

And you cant handle our fame,

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

Now if you give us a chance

I'm passed the hall of fame,

Grown men in this game

I pipe in and one night her

My bars are bringing fans closer

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

The demands increase aswell as the fans

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Talentless scumbag/who spits on his fans/

I dont care about the fame

Love turns into pain