This is a song about "Tactical banana"

Is how i profess no single imperfection tactical turtlenecks,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Somebody hold the banana, clip

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Look here mr. kappa don't fuck with me i'll slice you like a banana with this chopper

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Long like a banana clip

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

Fucking your mother 'n' sister with a banana in a rubber

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her