This is a song about "Got no fans"

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Produce me a couple fans

I guzzle up at the bar

Got a license, no car

No wonder i have fans

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

So i ain't giving a fuck

Got his back no matter what

Whack rhymes, weak beats, no fans, zero likes, most of all,

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

They got no sense and no brain

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years