This is a song about "Hillsborough 96 fans"

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

They ain’t rappers; they’re a rapper’s fans/

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

I got money my crew and all the fans

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

You should all be like hopsin and hate fans,

Now i am one of your biggest fans

We getting money, you can face the facts

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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

Trying to please my family, friends and fans

From an african american stance

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

I'm gunna raise a necromancy as a hoard of fans