This is a song about "Banana hands"

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

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

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Long like a banana clip

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Shaking hands, just my hands are shaking 'cause i dance with satan,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

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

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one