This is a song about "Bananas and elmo"

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

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

The plight of a rapper or whatever

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

I got a dollar and a dream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And if he is as bananas as you say, i'm not taking any chances

Planet of the apes its bananas on this ride.

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,