This is a song about "Banana turds"

Cant beleive you turds thinking your my challenge

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

My shit was submarine like, under ship

Somebody hold the 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