This is a song about "No fans"

I was on my sway shit

Everyday my fans confirm it

So vain he has no shame in zany whack fans,

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Produce me a couple fans

But i’m praying in advance

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Now i am one of your biggest fans

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Whack rhymes, weak beats, no fans, zero likes, most of all,

If i don't make that man there dance

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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