This is a song about "Eating you out"

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

You talkin bout you breakin out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

A role bought for 5 nickles per hour, a sicko eating out a quarter-pounder's girth

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I ain't gotta flash my money to prove to you that i'm eating

No sensuality you said it wasn't a problem eating these pussies

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace