This is a song about "Banana farts"

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

But i've got all the farts, well contained

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 got you slippin like a banana peel

A born starter, in the game for real

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

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

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

But i've got the farts, well contained

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

See you rot,on the same banana,make your bars slip

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit