This is a song about "Got no fans"

They got no sense and no brain

Trying to renovate the game

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Ain't no fame, i love my fans just a little more

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

Journeyman with no fans. i'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,

I ain't got no money,

They say nothings ever free

Got a license, no car

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Ive got no license to kill

Youve got no where to hide

Jt: no one to hold her tight