This is a song about "Frie pan"

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

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

Still the man with the pan

It's the perfect plan

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

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

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

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

And bang a rang to peter pan

Real niggas never hate another man