This is a song about "Petter pan"

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

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

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

And bang a rang to peter pan

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

So get up, its time to start nation building

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

That's motivation, my people living wicked