This is a song about "Petter pan"

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

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

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

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

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

You faggots had your chance to pan me, i plan to be grimy son,

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

Hoppin' out a van

Still the man with the pan