This is a song about "Fan"

If you believe then you can achieve

Sorry pac, not a fan, but rest in peace

Turn off my electric fan

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Smoke alot i think i needa cilling fan.

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

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Let's fuckin' picture it, shit's about to blast the fan

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

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

Joeamam a big fat fan

Playboy, i don't own that man

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

So all the hustling for nothing man

U still think why u dont have any fan