This is a song about "Bananas and cats"

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

And at best all they do is distract me but now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

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

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

For the new cats to come and take the fame

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Not only high, but i season you cats

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Here i go again, searching for love

To get crushed like nuts and go bananas