This is a song about "Gay bananas"

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Because what you spit is gay,

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

I've got so much to say

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Little gay looking boy

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy

Slumdog far apart any sub par

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Then some lady named billie holiday

Planet of the apes its bananas on this ride.

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

And if he is as bananas as you say, i'm not taking any chances