This is a song about "Liverpool fans"

So vain he has no shame in zany whack fans,

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Hoes be talking stupid when i know they really fans

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Everyday my fans confirm it

We never tattle, let god handle that

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

From everyting that i be seeing you losing tens of fans

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Trying to please my family, friends and fans

I got money my crew and all the fans

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Yea im just speakin truth to all my many fans

Talentless scumbag/who spits on his fans/

We getting money, you can face the facts