This is a song about "Banana split"

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

4 with banana clips, that 9 with that dick tho

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

You come at me and ill be waiting to fuckin split

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

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

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

I'm on autopilot now with my cranium split

Long like a banana clip

I'm on my own shit

Poppa saying momma ain't care about you and would rather split/

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that