This is a song about "Fans"

You should all be like hopsin and hate fans,

From an african american stance

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

They ain’t rappers; they’re a rapper’s fans/

We getting money, you can face the facts

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

From everyting that i be seeing you losing tens of fans

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Yea im just speakin truth to all my many fans

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Really man? i'm just speaking truth to my many fans,

All i ever need are my fans applause

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because