This is a song about "Petter pan"

Alcatraz was purchased by a white man

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

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

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Still the man with the pan

They take a loss man

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

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

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

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,