This is a song about "Eatin bananas"

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

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

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

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

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

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Eatin pussy up for dinner man that shit smell like salmon

Ban on bandana, go bananas on the other hand

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast