This is a song about "Buiscuts and touts and bananas"

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

And remember what i said and

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

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

And like to boast and brag

Try to jack and i will attack

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

To get crushed like nuts and go bananas

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

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Let my angel sing

Ban on bandana, go bananas on the other hand

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

And kill yourself and your clique