This is a song about "Skai jacksonim ur fan"

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters

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

Everyone is bf fan,

Big shit popping, i'm the man

Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

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

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

U still think why u dont have any fan

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up