This is a song about "Bananas and cats"

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

These other cats bring blasphemy

Shit with our whole family

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Together all the timethought it was true love

To get crushed like nuts and go bananas

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Listen, these niggas is tripping