This is a song about "Banana pudding"

And suddenly you don't seem nearly as tempting for pudding

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

Pudding? but what's for pudding, may you ask?

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

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

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