This is a song about "Banana hammock"

4 with banana clips, that 9 with that dick tho

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

I got you slippin like a banana peel

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

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

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

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

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

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Somebody hold the banana, clip

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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

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