This is a song about "Fan"

Stop hatin i know you a fan

You gotta understand man

Sorry pac, not a fan, but rest in peace

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

U still think why u dont have any fan

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

U still think why u dont have any fan

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Yeah, it's all natural baby

I'm bulletproof, fan base crazy

Hang him from a ceiling fan while its spinning

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

You're not, such a fan

Any way you can