This is a song about "Dead pan"

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Real niggas never hate another man

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

Back from the motherfucking dead

And please never disrespect my set

You all should be fukn dead

One day a bed

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Code red, which means you go red

Smack another person dead

My voice make her wet