This is a song about "Jizzed in my pan"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Yow am ridin around in my

Still the man with the pan

Self made self paid man

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

The glare makes me hard to find

In my heart and in my mind

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

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

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason