This is a song about "Frying pan"

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

And bang a rang to peter pan

We on a world tour, wale your man

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

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

Young and dumb, or even old and stupid

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

G5, clearport, say hello to the man