This is a song about "Fans"

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Produce me a couple fans

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

So vain he has no shame in zany whack fans,

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

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

My fans can stand for the anthem

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

But i’m praying in advance

Step out into a million fans,

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

All i ever need are my fans applause