This is a song about "A fan being in love"

Sorry pac, not a fan, but rest in peace

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Of being fooled in a prank, which blew me in fragments

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan

The time is now, on everything

I believed in a higher being.

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

I dont care if your not a fan

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Well wishes to my opposition

Blow up and being in a position