This is a song about "Juan the pan"

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Almost lost my life to the industry

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Or the doggone casanova double teamin maria sharapova with the don juan

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on