This is a song about "Pan africanism"

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

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

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Ima let her be by herself in peace

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

Still the man with the pan

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

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

And bang a rang to peter pan

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man