This is a song about "Fans in the crowd"

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

The crowd keeps chanting go teezy go

Showmanship, the crowd all sit, remit,

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

When you doin the business, never follow the crowd

Ready to pull it out and bust into the crowd

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

So vain he has no shame in zany whack fans,

Let the crowd choose who can last longer

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I'll then be reborn livin vivid in the chants of my fans,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz