This is a song about "Jizzed in my pan"

In my heart and in my mind

Should be harder to find

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

Yow am ridin around in my

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

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

Dressed in your jizzed stained rags

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags