This is a song about "Flahh in the pan"

He's in the books he's in the cites

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

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

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

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

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

In private, not public in the streets

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket