This is a song about "Bananas and elmo"

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

And i'm dizzy and spinning

P-i double l in the building

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

If you ain't about money

And a fridge and some broccoli

As she goes through the levels

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

You know...you know who you are

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