This is a song about "Frying pan"

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

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

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

Still the man with the pan

Hoppin' out a van

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

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

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

And bang a rang to peter pan

Well goddamn, now i be the man

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

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang