This is a song about "Banana trees"

She spends money like it grows on trees/

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

I'm everything that they call nice

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Sprouted all these money trees

Long like a banana clip

That's when you know you doing shit

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split