This is a song about "Jizzed in my pan"

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

But you don't have a chance

Dressed in your jizzed stained rags

Three j's took me this high

Yow am ridin around in my

So rest in peace in my hand

I start to think it's all planned

The world in my wallet, the universe in my hand

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

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