This is a song about "Jizzed in my pan"

She likes the way it hits her lips

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

In the lambo looking like a fly

Yow am ridin around in my

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

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Cause i’m back on my grind

In my heart and in my mind

Real niggas never hate another man

And bang a rang to peter pan

I have memories of melodies in my life. (in my life)

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise