This is a song about "Khalil peter pan"

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

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

Getta letter sayin' see ya down by peter

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

That's motivation, my people living wicked

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader

Dear reader, hiphopwizard secretly fucks a transvestite named peter

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man