This is a song about "Fan zone"

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

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Don't let me into my zone (i’m definitely in my zone)

You're playing with fire and it's danger zone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Zone 1, sosa rolled, stand up

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Pay dues like a hair salon

Just take control if you can

You're not, such a fan

Bitch i'm trapped in my zone

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Dont let me into my zone

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone