This is a song about "Football fan"

U still think why u dont have any fan

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Stop hatin i know you a fan

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Joeamam a big fat fan

She ain't got a man

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

U still think why u dont have any fan

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Turn off my electric fan

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

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

It's been a hell of a journey for me man

Don't see that shit bout you, you got one fan

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

Get your ass privileges with parking meters