This is a song about "No fans"

So vain he has no shame in zany whack fans,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Talentless scumbag/who spits on his fans/

Step out into a million fans,

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

The demands increase aswell as the fans

Make them more insecure when they caught one

My fans can stand for the anthem

Really man? i'm just speaking truth to my many fans,

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

They just wanna dance

No wonder i have fans

I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang

Journeyman with no fans. i'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,