This is a song about "Flahh in the pan"

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Knocked out in the lunch in

Gin makes me sin

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

You shook my world and it felt apart

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

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

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

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