This is a song about "Juan the pan"

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

I'm don juan in this and when i've done won and shit

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Drop top on this thang

Still the man with the pan

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

And bang a rang to peter pan