This is a song about "Banana hammock"

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Look here mr. kappa don't fuck with me i'll slice you like a banana with this chopper

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

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Somebody hold the banana, clip

But when i step in, i chill in my hammock, i'm dangerously dynamic.

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

I got you slippin like a banana peel

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/