This is a song about "Pan africanism"

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

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

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

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

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

This is why i'm hot much hotter than a frying pan

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Cause u know that this my jam

Still the man with the pan

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan