This is a song about "Ceiling fan"

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Slit they throats while they hanging from the ceiling

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Another eleven to lessen my vision, inverted ceiling.

I'm bulletproof, fan base crazy

Take your time when you’re with me baby

And this will be the song that we sing

Hang him from a ceiling fan while its spinning

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

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

Both: this the perfect plan

Stop hatin i know you a fan

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

I have your girl kneeling right underneath the ceiling

You're not, such a fan

Pushing in my mama van