This is a song about "Frying pan"

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

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

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

That's motivation, my people living wicked

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

And bang a rang to peter pan

You gotta let these shits go, man