This is a song about "Stan"

You think your eminem, but i see more stan in you

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

The world needs less stans and more stan lee's

Screw north west, i’m moving down to the south park, call me stan marsh/

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I got a hostile relationship with money like eminem and stan

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

Garbage stan, fuck with me, ima dip you in a garbage can

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

It was you got me into rap with stan

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

Pit route , fangs of the snake will get into my head, stan i like the rap of my foe em,

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

I bet your name is stan, it's alright to be confused.