This is a song about "Elephants having a therapeutic talk about bananas"

And they only talk about women

Two reflections into one

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Talk about stabbing me and putting my family in a coffin,

Without having to worry about a hubby

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Self abuse is a taboo that no one wants to talk about

I talk about real shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Talk shit about the clique,

Now you also talk shit about money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free