This is a song about "Our fans"

Magic city tipping them

My fans can stand for the anthem

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

So vain he has no shame in zany whack fans,

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

The demands increase aswell as the fans

From an african american stance

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

I got money my crew and all the fans

No wonder i have fans

They just wanna dance

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

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats