This is a song about "Getting a lot of fan girls"

Cause another innocent died

Pour a lot of cyanide

Pulled a lot of doubles along the way

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Not a fan of me? well fuck you, you aint gotta listen to nothing i say,

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

I can tell by reading your lines that no ones a fan of ya

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

You had a lot of happiness but always wanted more of it

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Just a little push and i got a lot of pull

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure