This is a song about "Pan africanism"

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

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

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Right flows down and they might go nice

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

And bang a rang to peter pan

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan