This is a song about "Liverpool fans"

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Everyday my fans confirm it

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

The demands increase aswell as the fans

And all she wants is to dance

No wonder i have fans

I'll then be reborn livin vivid in the chants of my fans,

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

So now she picks up the gun

My fans can stand for the anthem

So vain he has no shame in zany whack fans,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

I got money my crew and all the fans

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance