This is a song about "Banana trees"

4 with banana clips, that 9 with that dick tho

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

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

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Our hero lies innocent, underneath the shady trees/

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Sprouted all these money trees

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

So we stay away form the get you high trees.