This is a song about "Oscilating fans"

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

They ain’t rappers; they’re a rapper’s fans/

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

They calling me often to offer me walls

All i ever need are my fans applause

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

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

My bars are bringing fans closer

That damier bag i bought her

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Step out into a million fans,

Talentless scumbag/who spits on his fans/

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans