This is a song about "Peter pan"

Second peter one three

Lets come up to my city

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

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

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

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