This is a song about "Banana"

Banana peel slippin i ain't trippin i'm just fallin down

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Fucking your mother 'n' sister with a banana in a rubber

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real

I got you slippin like a banana peel

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

4 with banana clips, that 9 with that dick tho

Somebody hold the banana, clip

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

I slip my handymen's, handy manny's banana in...