This is a song about "A olly murs fan"

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

You're not, such a fan

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

It's not horrendous, but i'm not a fan of this

Sorry pac, not a fan, but rest in peace

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Don't see that shit bout you, you got one fan

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Hang him from a ceiling fan while its spinning

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

Son from the core of this earth hater a fan is torn

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm