This is a song about "Frying pans"

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

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

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

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

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

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan