This is a song about "Wild banana"

Somebody hold the banana, clip

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Next line underneath will explain why my lyrics are wild

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

See you rot,on the same banana,make your bars slip

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

This is to my unborn child

I was young and running wild,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

The revolution has arrived

I was young and running wild,