This is a song about "Fan boy"

She said she's never had a man

Turn off my electric fan

Let me rideuntil i get free

I'm bulletproof, fan base crazy

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

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

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

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

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

Don't see that shit bout you, you got one fan

But my character never could be like them, man

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

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

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man