This is a song about "Frie pan"

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

But in the meantime it's lights please

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

And bang a rang to peter pan