This is a song about "I m a banana"

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

I"m a savage as i ravage, with unstoppable damage.

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

But they sold jello in the paint

I'm so insane, i'll push a banana in your ass

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Tears that our fore fathers cry

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

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

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