This is a song about "Banana clip"

Bitch take a dip before i equip with a clip

That you selling rides on the white horse right up out your crib

Long like a banana clip

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

We run quiet swift, a shooter should love thee clip

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

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

40 with a million clip

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit