This is a song about "Peter udoibok"

And bang a rang to peter pan

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Got tickets peter piper

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

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