This is a song about "The fans"

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

To my fans i say look up to the sky.

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

No wonder i have fans

All my fans are getting pumped up- check the barometer

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure

I was born to do the damn thing

My words the fans will be hearing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

The fans read your verse then passed out snoring

But you don't have a chance

Step out into a million fans,

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Dont have many fans but the ones i have blow