This is a song about "Fair trade banana"

Tell me tell me tell me how is this fair,

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Years back you believed that the world was fair

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Have the rap battle turn into a fight fair

Always arguments about shit that wasn't fair

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

And i could see you coming home after work late

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade