This is a song about "Frying pan"

Cause u know that this my jam

And bang a rang to peter pan

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

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

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening