This is a song about "Pan am games"

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

Must be a hellspawn to play these mind games,

Lies, tangled with fiction

Without the games permission,

Still the man with the pan

Any way you can

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

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

But i’m tryna address issues, i ain’t playing games,

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Who real bitches check me out though

Bitches wanna play games with a pro