This is a song about "Pan"

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

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

Money long from here to japan

And bang a rang to peter pan

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Everybody wasted faded, faded

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

I gotta question for you man

Still the man with the pan

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

Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram

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

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man