This is a song about "Banana skins"

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

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

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

Somebody hold the banana, clip

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Me & mom alone every dinner

His skins white as winter, be a singer,

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

As he skins into hell's grasp as it wasn't heaven he believed in, he laughed,