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

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

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

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

And kill yourself and your clique

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Social conditioning and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers