This is a song about "Dj like bananas"

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

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

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

My dj cuts material....

Cause this album pack enough evil

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

This dj ain't got the heart nor spleen to reach levels this extreme,

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Stop barking dog, i scratch like a cat. more than a dj okay?

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

I got three albums tell the dj to spin it and they playin my songs