This is a song about "Peter pan hook"

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Peter parker flow, no glasses

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Still the man with the pan

Big shit popping, i'm the man

But it's clouds over here

Ghost in the hook so real

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

She's still gambling, got on hook