This is a song about "My fanz"

The concept is so absurd

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

And the judge never knew which substance i used

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My streaks my testament.

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds