This is a song about "Juan the pan"

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

You faggots had your chance to pan me, i plan to be grimy son,

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

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

The bigger the the fun

Girls fast how jamaicans run

And bang a rang to peter pan

Well goddamn, now i be the man

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan