This is a song about "Fan up"

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

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

I'm bulletproof, fan base crazy

We might be back in this baby

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

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

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

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Yo bitch love me..... she my number one fan,.... uhh *meek mill*

I'd rather stick my fricking dick inside a flaming fan/

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

U still think why u dont have any fan

Life's about decisions man

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

Stop hatin i know you a fan