This is a song about "My fans"

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

All i ever need are my fans applause

And again i'm just speaking truth to all my many fans,

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Step out into a million fans,

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Aint my fault your fans find you shit sleepy now look

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Trying to please my family, friends and fans

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Everyday my fans confirm it

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

My words the fans will be hearing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Spit my shit without remorse, then have a hundred fans reinforce it.