This is a song about "Peter pan"

Got tickets peter piper

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Your old fashion, jurassic rap is #panned without the #peter,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Still the man with the pan

Cause u know that this my jam

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Lookin like a walmart greater with a 3 inch peter.

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man