This is a song about "Oscilating fans"

Talentless scumbag/who spits on his fans/

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

Hoes be talking stupid when i know they really fans

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

You should all be like hopsin and hate fans,

Know it good when she go no hands

No wonder i have fans

Man it’s the killer tracks

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Trying to please my family, friends and fans

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Produce me a couple fans