This is a song about "El pan tostadin"

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

Because of you we are overly dedicated

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

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

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

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

Still the man with the pan

What you talking about? lil man

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

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

‘cause when it come to winning, you don't have the el aguante inside of you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies