This is a song about "The fans"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Because all my fans are around the age of 12 years old

Fans say to the man, expand your discography

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Produce me a couple fans

Man it’s the killer tracks

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Dont have many fans but the ones i have blow

We can talk things over a little a while

So i can display your innards for the fans to admire

All my fans are getting pumped up- check the barometer

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/