This is a song about "Fan"

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

Smoke alot i think i needa cilling fan.

U still think why u dont have any fan

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Burning up,turn the fan on/

My sim card's the bomb

You're not, such a fan

I am just a man

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

I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang

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

But my character never could be like them, man

Turn off my electric fan

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

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

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn