This is a song about "Fan"

And i get it cheaper, i cop bricks like sneakers

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

Burning up,turn the fan on/

When you took my hand up so calm

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

It's been a hell of a journey for me man

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

It's not horrendous, but i'm not a fan of this

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

I dont care if your not a fan

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

You're not, such a fan

Still the man with the pan

Turn off my electric fan

So part of the plan