This is a song about "Jizzed in my pan"

Where my grimy figures at? look lively addressing the captain

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

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

If i don't make that man there dance

Dressed in your jizzed stained rags

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

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

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

The world in my wallet, the universe in my hand

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

If his bitch insist on getting sick

But when i jizzed she wouldn't lick

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

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan