This is a song about "No fans"

Im wicked evil, no fans no ones enjoying me

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Hoes be talking stupid when i know they really fans

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Trying to please my family, friends and fans

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

Yea im just speakin truth to all my many fans

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

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

My bars are bringing fans closer

Just lay your head on my shoulder

I got money my crew and all the fans

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Produce me a couple fans

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance