This is a song about "Banana pancakes"

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

So i gotta show that i came to set every-body on flames

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

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

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

It shows i know a bit

Long like a banana clip

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

No wonder she puts cough syrup on your pancakes.

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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