This is a song about "Fans"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

I'm gunna raise a necromancy as a hoard of fans

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

From everyting that i be seeing you losing tens of fans

Girl, you got me in a trance

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

She do it with no hands

No wonder i have fans

My fans can stand for the anthem

When it's all said and done

Everyday my fans confirm it

I work hard for everything i get

So vain he has no shame in zany whack fans,

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

You should all be like hopsin and hate fans,

We den turnt it up now it's at the max