This is a song about "Flahh in the pan"

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

G5, clearport, say hello to the man

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,

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

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

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Money long from here to japan

Still the man with the pan

The science and the art, africa

In the foreground while i'm in the

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

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