This is a song about "Pan"

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

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

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

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

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

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

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,