This is a song about "Pan africanism"

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

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

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

But my character never could be like them, man

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

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

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

I said patience persistence got the world listening

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

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan