This is a song about "Banana turds"

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

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

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Somebody hold the banana, clip

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

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

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

The next day you is everybody target