This is a song about "Jizzed in my pan"

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Im my own person in my own lane,

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

But when i jizzed she wouldn't lick

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

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

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Yow am ridin around in my

So rest in peace in my hand

Stack in his hand trynna make that last