This is a song about "Bananas and oranges"

Not even oranges, you just sniff and peel

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

The ice ain't really nothing to her

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

Living young and wild and free

Third ward general, young cash money

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

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

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,