This is a song about "Banana skins"

4 with banana clips, that 9 with that dick tho

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

His skins white as winter, be a singer,

And the last one, he's in the mirror

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

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

Long like a banana clip

And if i'm down with this banging shit

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Whether you wear rags or leopard skins

I got you slippin like a banana peel

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

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

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit