This is a song about "Got no fans"

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

No wonder i have fans

Uhh, and i'm ill

You say i got no skill?

Got no disabilities like other aborigines

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I ain't got no money,

You've got no rhythm,

I pop one, you pop one

I thought it'd get better but

Got his back no matter what

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Coz i got fans i know what they love me

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

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