This is a song about "No fans"

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

And its only to my fans desire

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

And that i spent the night with her

My bars are bringing fans closer

Fans cheerin loud fillin up arenas

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Produce me a couple fans

To show that theres no stoppin when i show these fans.

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Some day i hope in-flu-en-ces are also fans...

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

No wonder i have fans

And all she wants is to dance