This is a song about "Banana pancakes"

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

These french pancakes give me the crepes

Somebody hold the banana, clip

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Fucking your mother 'n' sister with a banana in a rubber

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

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

Nothing's gonna compare to the sound in the morning which he wakes.

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Look here mr. kappa don't fuck with me i'll slice you like a banana with this chopper

4 with banana clips, that 9 with that dick tho

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa