This is a song about "Oscilating fans"

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Produce me a couple fans

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

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Talentless scumbag/who spits on his fans/

Step out into a million fans,

Know it good when she go no hands

So vain he has no shame in zany whack fans,

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

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

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

Fans cheerin loud fillin up arenas