This is a song about "Juan the pan"

Im lightning in a skillet your a fuckin flash in a pan

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

The bigger the the fun

They had a hell of a run