This is a song about "You got no fans"

You niggas aint got no hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

And you ain't got no friends

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Break every fiber until you got no life

For real, a nigga ill

You say i got no skill?

No one winning chance you even got

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

You should all be like hopsin and hate fans,

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Ha-ha, you ain't got no chance

And you aint got no breasts

I think you and your friends