This is a song about "Wrestling fans"

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

I got money my crew and all the fans

You should all be like hopsin and hate fans,

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

A legend have to bow, africa

To show that theres no stoppin when i show these fans.

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Some day i hope in-flu-en-ces are also fans...

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

Step out into a million fans,

But you don't have a chance