This is a song about "Banana turds"

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

See you rot,on the same banana,make your bars slip

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

They all see my life from a childish position

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Cant beleive you turds thinking your my challenge

Somebody hold the banana, clip

Another love song about shit

Banana peel slippin i ain't trippin i'm just fallin down

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around