This is a song about "Fan"

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

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

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

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

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

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

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

I used to be a fan who yelled for slim shady

You're not, such a fan

This should be illegal man

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Sorry pac, not a fan, but rest in peace