This is a song about "Fan"

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

I used to be a fan who yelled for slim shady

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Sorry pac, not a fan, but rest in peace

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

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

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

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

Burning up,turn the fan on/

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

I said patience persistence got the world listening

Hang him from a ceiling fan while its spinning