This is a song about "Pickles lasagna avacados"

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

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

Until you harness the skill of getting out of harm's nest

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed