This is a song about "Our fans"

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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

Trying to please my family, friends and fans

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Fans show a lot of love for yosef

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

The demands increase aswell as the fans

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Step out into a million fans,

In that pretty red dress, let's dance