This is a song about "Bananas are cool"

Gotta thank god for keeping my life cool.

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Truthfully ya'll are cool cats, but i'm a hound

Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

So cool the bitches, they scatter

Took the van, went snatch her

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

I mean, i know i'm pretty cool

I know you think you cool

Higher than high school

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

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