This is a song about "Fan"

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

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

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Hang him from a ceiling fan while its spinning

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Sorry pac, not a fan, but rest in peace

Stop hatin i know you a fan

Real niggas never hate another man

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I'm bulletproof, fan base crazy

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Smoke alot i think i needa cilling fan.

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam