This is a song about "Banana rice"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

We will never die, we are forever alive

Rock em sock em your fucking style is as plain as white rice

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

I'm so insane, i'll push a banana in your ass

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

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Somebody hold the banana, clip

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

Want every single thing thats nice, so fuck your single grain of rice

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Long like a banana clip

Yeah, rack, rack city shit