This is a song about "Pan africanism"

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

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

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

That's motivation, my people living wicked

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

Alcatraz was purchased by a white man

And bang a rang to peter pan

What you talking about? lil man

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

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