This is a song about "Bananas and ponytails"

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

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

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

And remember what i said and

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

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

But got comma’s in my statement

Social conditioning and

Sneak up on attack

And like to boast and brag

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

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

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts