This is a song about "El pan tostadin"

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

I got el gran santro watching me

And its simple as that baby

I'm everything that they call nice

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

‘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

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

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

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

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

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck