This is a song about "Frie pan"

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

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

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

But in the meantime it's lights please

Still the man with the pan

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

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

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/