This is a song about "The best fans"

The pigs fly away in the morning

The fans read your verse then passed out snoring

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Just some fans that respect the shit that i create

The best of the best, emma rae.

I was gonna write you a poem today

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Journeyman with no fans. i'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

So i can display your innards for the fans to admire

The fans were frustrated to witness the end of an era

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

I got money my crew and all the fans

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