This is a song about "Fans"

And its only to my fans desire

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

But you don't have a chance

Produce me a couple fans

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

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

Razor grips, laser spit

Everyday my fans confirm it

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

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

My bars are bringing fans closer

Just need my eyes lower

My fans can stand for the anthem

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

And again i'm just speaking truth to all my many fans,

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance