This is a song about "Eatin bananas"

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

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

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Got these amateurs eatin out of my palms

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Just to fit in, til i learned i could hurt them so much, so i started eatin lunch,

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Eatin' crab out in malibu with no boo

And all the while i think of you

Eatin pussy up for dinner man that shit smell like salmon

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one