This is a song about "Jizzed in my pan"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

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

I am just a man

Still the man with the pan

Underrated some would say

In my cabriolet

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

With only two songs, look at what i did

The world in my wallet, the universe in my hand

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit