This is a song about "Pan"

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

Still the man with the pan

Weed i can't pronounce man

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

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

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

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

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

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan