This is a song about "Put a pan on it"

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

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

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

Wait a second; put this on pause.

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Take her to my place put a rag on her face and pour water on it/

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

I awoke to be cookin like a fryin pan,

Ill put it on a slideshow, im fucking your own liberty,

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

I wanna buy grills so big you can put it on a crocodile smile

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile