This is a song about "Jizzed in my pan"

But when i jizzed she wouldn't lick

I dropped another classic

From these monsters in my brain i be swerving in my lane

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Dressed in your jizzed stained rags

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Im my own person in my own lane,

Yow am ridin around in my

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high