This is a song about "Banana love"

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

But i apologize for not walking you around

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

But you hate them navel kisses

I really tried to show love

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

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

It's just textbook stuff

Who cares about hearts and love

You feel it from your head to your toes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

A never ending love

Trust they seen enough