This is a song about "Oscilating fans"

Good love then i can do that for her

And its only to my fans desire

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

Know it good when she go no hands

And again i'm just speaking truth to all my many fans,

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

From an african american stance

I got money my crew and all the fans

I'll then be reborn livin vivid in the chants of my fans,

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

Girl, you got me in a trance

Step out into a million fans,

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

Everyday my fans confirm it

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose