This is a song about "Juan the pan"

Real niggas never hate another man

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

I am just a man

Still the man with the pan

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

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

You in debt to the game success is expected

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina