This is a song about "Ian parker"

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

And bang a rang to peter pan

But never second got you looking sweet like honey,

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

You need money holla at ya boy honey

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

Took my heart away from money

Sphinx to all the nosey ones

Let's have a toast for this new love

No nosey nelly gon report me to the papers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth