This is a song about "Fan"

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan

Sorry pac, not a fan, but rest in peace

Got tired of running from the police

I put that shit on my man

Turn off my electric fan

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

Son from the core of this earth hater a fan is torn

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

I used to be a fan who yelled for slim shady

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream