This is a song about "The best fans"

To the fans, my life i owe you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I'm tryin to be the best

Never ever pay rent

You bitch, those were the best

So i can display your innards for the fans to admire

We can talk things over a little a while

The fans read your verse then passed out snoring

I was born to do the damn thing

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

I got money my crew and all the fans

She tryna get her groove back like stella, grab the umbrella

The fans were frustrated to witness the end of an era

All my fans are getting pumped up- check the barometer

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer