This is a song about "Oscilating fans"

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Talentless scumbag/who spits on his fans/

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

But you don't have a chance

Produce me a couple fans

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Step out into a million fans,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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

I got money my crew and all the fans

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

From everyting that i be seeing you losing tens of fans

My bars are bringing fans closer

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her