This is a song about "Banana turds"

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

They was on that mase shit

Long like a banana clip

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Look here mr. kappa don't fuck with me i'll slice you like a banana with this chopper

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

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