This is a song about "Our fans"

Step out into a million fans,

But i’m praying in advance

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

From everyting that i be seeing you losing tens of fans

Fans cheerin loud fillin up arenas

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

And its only to my fans desire

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

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

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

My fans can stand for the anthem

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

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