This is a song about "Fan mann"

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

Smoke alot i think i needa cilling fan.

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

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

We came.. way too far pretty baby

I'm bulletproof, fan base crazy

Both: this the perfect plan

You're not, such a fan

Stop hatin i know you a fan

Playboy, i don't own that man

But let me inspire someone who can

U still think why u dont have any fan

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

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

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

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn