This is a song about "Banana turds"

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

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Ill spit first then shit turds and take the mic rip worse,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

4 with banana clips, that 9 with that dick tho

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I'm so insane, i'll push a banana in your ass

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Cant beleive you turds thinking your my challenge

Somebody hold the banana, clip

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit