This is a song about "Gay bananas"

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Big trouble. and if he is as bananas as you say

As: other plans got in the way

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Little gay lookin' boy

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Little gay looking boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Since when did taking care of your appearance make you gay?