This is a song about "Pan africanism"

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

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

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

Big shit popping, i'm the man

And bang a rang to peter pan

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

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

Cause u know that this my jam

Still the man with the pan

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

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

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing