This is a song about "Fans"

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Everyday my fans confirm it

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

To show that theres no stoppin when i show these fans.

So vain he has no shame in zany whack fans,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

The demands increase aswell as the fans

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Some day i hope in-flu-en-ces are also fans...

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

No wonder i have fans

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

But i’m praying in advance

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans