This is a song about "Pan"

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

It's all over now, take it like a man

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

And bang a rang to peter pan

Money long from here to japan

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

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

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

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

Both: this the perfect plan

Still the man with the pan