This is a song about "Banana andrew sucks"

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

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

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

That's why it sucks so bad

I'm stuck with that

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

I got you slippin like a banana peel

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again