This is a song about "The fans"

I wanna rap for my fans so fuck the loot

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

My fans can stand for the anthem

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I don't want fans to see the darkness bitch even white has 50 shades of black/

For setting up traps

Produce me a couple fans

If you know like i know, you should lie low

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

I got money my crew and all the fans

And to the fans, i'll never let you down again, i'm back

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Fans say to the man, expand your discography