This is a song about "Banana rice"

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

I got you slippin like a banana peel

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Somebody hold the banana, clip