This is a song about "Dead pan"

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Im lightning in a skillet your a fuckin flash in a pan

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

And bang a rang to peter pan

You gotta let these shits go, man

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

I loved peter pan when i was growing up