This is a song about "Bananas are cool"

Higher than high school

At first i thought you were cool

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

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

Gotta thank god for keeping my life cool.

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

We cool under one condition

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

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

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

I know you think you cool

Should i be a nerd or be cool?

Then you look like a fucking fool