This is a song about "Jizzed in my pan"

And bang a rang to peter pan

Weed i can't pronounce man

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Im my own person in my own lane,

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

The world in my wallet, the universe in my hand

They talk say cool jew na the man

Still the man with the pan

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

We was high school peers, in junior high

Yow am ridin around in my