This is a song about "Fake fan"

You're not, such a fan

This should be illegal man

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

But my shit done hit the roof and the ceiling fan.

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

I'd rather stick my fricking dick inside a flaming fan/

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Fucking die, you just couldn't be a man now your my least favorite fan,

I'm no fan (double voice), i find perfections in imperfection

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

You can think i'm a fake,

U still think why u dont have any fan

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang