This is a song about "Little fan"

She said she's never had a man

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

Turn off my electric fan

Weed i can't pronounce man

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

Son from the core of this earth hater a fan is torn

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

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

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

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

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

And i get it cheaper, i cop bricks like sneakers