This is a song about "Bananas and whip cream"

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I need a whip that's imported, and probably worthy of forza

Kod a couple fifties like a precinct

But i whip out the pad and think

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Last week in turks and caicos to put my new whip to test

Bumpin c.s.f. in the whip and spittin some carcinogens/

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Big trouble. and if he is as bananas as you say

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Bitches pursue me like a dream