This is a song about "Banana pudding"

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

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

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

I got to make sure that i can play here

I got you slippin like a banana peel

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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