This is a song about "El pan tostadin"

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Ill snap u in have like the seahawks did randell el/

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

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

This is why i'm hot much hotter than a frying pan

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

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

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

You faggots had your chance to pan me, i plan to be grimy son,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

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