This is a song about "Fair trade banana"

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

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

Tell me tell me tell me how is this fair,

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Have the rap battle turn into a fight fair

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Always arguments about shit that wasn't fair

Another 5, eli won't even be there