This is a song about "Fan"

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

U still think why u dont have any fan

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I know you're my fan, go back to the bleachers

Stop hatin i know you a fan

Playboy, i don't own that man

What you talking about? lil man

You're not, such a fan

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

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

Hang him from a ceiling fan while its spinning

I said patience persistence got the world listening

Smoke alot i think i needa cilling fan.

It's all over now, take it like a man

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Like i'm a fan of the packers