This is a song about "Banana s"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

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

Long like a banana clip

So i banged for a minute

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that