This is a song about "Fousey tube dwight banana spicy tuna carrot french fry nitrogen"

I slip my handymen's, handy manny's banana in...

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Banging out niggas with attitude

Playng baseball with my boy tube

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Fry them up like potatoes

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Or a sunday fry x4

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You dumb ass you bite the vicodin like vitamins i'm nitrogen,

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

My flows real icy. lyrics be so spicy.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free