This is a song about "Banana hands"

I got you slippin like a banana peel

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Other people are wringin their hands

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

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

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Ive been rollin with my hands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

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

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants