This is a song about "Bannana"

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Dial up words but they're not in service

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Just another day poisonin the minds of ever ready virgins