This is a song about "Oscilating fans"

I'm gunna raise a necromancy as a hoard of fans

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

From everyting that i be seeing you losing tens of fans

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

You should all be like hopsin and hate fans,

All i ever need are my fans applause

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Everyday my fans confirm it

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

Make them more insecure when they caught one

My fans can stand for the anthem

My bars are bringing fans closer

You know...you know who you are