This is a song about "Khalil peter pan"

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

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

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

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

Where every recipient, property of the state

Meet peter - a loser who was sayin' he could take

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning