This is a song about "Pan"

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

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

Bet they all will tune in, so i'mma do it bigger than

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

And bang a rang to peter pan

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

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

You faggots had your chance to pan me, i plan to be grimy son,

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

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

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,