This is a song about "Banana hands"

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

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'm popping rubber bands

Ive been rollin with my hands

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

I'm so insane, i'll push a banana in your ass

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

Then play you all my latest shit

Long like a banana clip